A mysterious powerhouse had arrived to visit Houtu's sleeping palace.
In the current extraordinary circumstances, this was truly an inconceivable thing.
That was because the battle back then had been far too bizarre. The True and False Heaven-Opening Axes had collided, creation's ax-blades had flown wildly, and the aftermath had been devastating. It had already shaken the order and laws of the Primordial World and touched the universe's self-preservation mechanism.
The gods had been exiled, time had been thrown into chaos, and the road home was filled with murderous dangers. Even top experts and Tai Yi Magnates found it difficult to pinpoint their destination, let alone return!
They had to wait for the years to settle, seize the unchanging amid endless variables, and only then enter the nearly severed and extracted true Time Node.
That was common sense.
Yet someone had broken it now.
A mysterious existence had set foot in the sacred ground established by Ancestral Witch Houtu—the forbidden land where this ruler of the Netherworld bore the burden of reincarnation.
Time and space were silent. It was exceptionally peaceful and tranquil here, like an ideal land independent of the outside world, untouched by the turmoil of the Primordial World beyond.
—These years, the people had suffered too much!
In that peak battle, the Human Race had attacked the Heavenly Court, and by the end, all the gods had been exiled from the Primordial World... Such an outcome was bound to bring extremely terrible consequences.
The universe was in turmoil, endless disasters swept across it, and blood-light often tore through the starry sky. Sometimes the sun hung in the sky for ages without falling; sometimes darkness covered the world, leaving people terrified.
One moment, stars fell like rain. The next, a thousand miles lay barren.
Fortunately, there was still