The thirty-three heavens of Taihao each represented a tremendous transformation. Every time one ascended another heaven, one underwent another metamorphosis, all the way to the Thirty-Third Heaven, the pinnacle of Taihao World.
The Thirty-Three Heavens were home to countless experts and numerous ancient sects. The divine sects that shook Taihao had all established themselves in the Thirty-Third Heaven. Any force that could be called a divine sect possessed a Taihao Divine Artifact guarding its sect.
Yet now, whether it was the First Heaven or the Thirty-Third Heaven, chaos reigned. Slaughter was everywhere, as though the dynasty were in its final days, with strife raging without end.
Walking through Taihao World, no matter which heaven one entered, one could see slaughter everywhere and corpses strewn across the ground. At times, one could even see streams dyed red with blood.
The chaotic Taihao World was also an age when heroes rose together. Some prodigies raised furious roars against this chaotic world, filled with lofty ambitions and determined to restore peace to the realm.
Others took advantage of the troubled times to carve out their own territories and enslave the common people. These fiends used their formidable strength to indulge in the pleasure of slaughter.
Most numerous were the wails of the weak. They struggled to survive in this chaotic age, passing their days in fear and trembling, never knowing when they might suddenly end up lying dead in the street.
Some had grown numb. They lived one day at a time and found joy one day at a time.
Looking across the thirty-three heavens of Taihao, it seemed impossible to find a single pure land or a place of peace. Even among the great mountains and vast marshes, in the wilderness and deserts, there were people hiding from the troubled times, forces