Only Four Thousand Years Left

Ancient Tree Calendar, Year 5000.

The whole world mourned. An era-defining Human Emperor had finally reached his end.

Alone, he had fought the entire universe and the Myriad Worlds for a full millennium, slaughtering billions of False Gods from the Age of Dharma's End.

Although most of those False Gods were all show and no substance, many were essentially suicide squads—expendable soldiers who picked up fallen godheads from the ground and charged toward godhood in a suicidal assault.

Even so, this record of slaughter remained unprecedented.

The Myriad Worlds mourned. At funerals, people grieved for this man's entire life:

In the ancient era, he had led the Age of the Stars into battle against the sun, moon, and stars, overthrown the tyranny that enslaved the people, slain the Ancient God of Light, and forced him to live out a second life and become High Heaven.

Then, in the despairing and agonizing Age of Dharma's End, he had spent seventy million years continuing the Divine Path and opening the way to godhood.

At last, after a millennium of bloody warfare, he had slaughtered every tentacle of the Heavenly Dao throughout the Myriad Worlds, restored a clear and peaceful world to Heaven and Earth, and left billions of godheads for future generations.

This Human Emperor of the Stars was destined to have accomplishments that would remain unprecedented throughout history.

"He opened a magnificent era, cultivating his own mighty power and borrowing nothing from Heaven and Earth." People mourned in silence. The one who had shed blood for All Living Beings would never be forgotten.

"The Human Emperor spent his entire life fighting for All Living Beings, battling and killing without ever stopping. His life was drenched in blood, and he never once lived for himself." Some people wept bitterly.

This was destined