World Destruction

In the southern part of the Qingling Region lay a mortal kingdom blanketed in snow all year round, known as Mu Kingdom.

This mortal kingdom had endured for ages, standing firm through a thousand years. Generation after generation of kings had governed diligently, and the common people all lived in peace and prosperity.

As the year drew to a close, every household lit lanterns on the winter nights. Their bright, warming light blossomed in the cold darkness, like stars adorning the pitch-black earth.

It was a year of bountiful harvest. After a whole year of toil, they could safely weather the winter, filled with warmth and contentment, without fearing hunger or cold.

At the border between the two great regions, atop an endless range of snow-capped mountains, an old Daoist with a withered face and feeble aura slowly emerged.

"How many years has it been? Even the snow mountains are gradually melting. The blue sea has turned into mulberry fields." The old Daoist gazed at the vast expanse of snowy mountains beneath the night sky with a nostalgic air.

"I still remember how an old friend was once entombed in ice here. Now, even they have vanished without a trace. The passage of ten thousand years passes in the flick of a finger."

The deathly aura around him grew increasingly dense, making him look like a dried skeleton from within a grave.

His condition did not allow him to continue reminiscing. He needed to siphon the great medicine of the human world to temporarily delay the arrival of his death.

Otherwise, he might very well die halfway through his ascension, buried within the turbulent currents of the endless void, without even the chance to reincarnate.

He had waited painstakingly for so many years for this opportunity to ascend. He would