Telling Our Story

The years of time flickered faintly, the year numbers glitching like a BUG as they silently jumped from 8000 to another figure.

Sun Calendar 13004.

"Is this the Heavenly Realm we ascend to?"

"We've finally made it here."

Countless powerful figures continued to roam the Myriad Worlds. They came to the outside of the Heavenly Realm, fought their way through, survived the ninefold Lightning Tribulation, and ascended to the Heavenly Realm to absorb various crystals and reforge their divine bodies, becoming Ancient Gods who wielded the laws.

But in the current era, it was no longer merely the ninefold Lightning Tribulation.

There was also the ninefold Water Tribulation of taking the water route and leaping through the Dragon Gate.

The Water Tribulation was even more difficult.

Only true heavenly prodigies could pass its baptism. Once they broke through, they would truly have leaped through the Dragon Gate and become favored children of Heaven.

The Heaven River had a hundred thousand naval troops, ruled by the Heaven River Marshal.

The woodcutter in the Lunar Palace within the Milky Way had described its terror: eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand fathoms of weak water—where even a goose feather could not float, and reed flowers would sink straight to the bottom.

"Three thousand seven hundred years ago, nine Golden Crows descended into the world."

"Ten suns scorched the sky, burning the firmament until Heaven and Earth were dyed crimson. Light had returned, as if it intended to burn the entire universe—to illuminate the world with light."

In a schoolhouse in a certain city.

A teacher with god-level cultivation looked at the children of these immortals and recounted the history of the entire universe. He told it with extraordinary vividness, making each heroic figure from history leap off the page.

"Three thousand three hundred