After endless ages of war in Chaos, they returned to a world remade by turmoil.
Each lost in their own thoughts, the others stopped watching from the void. They set off for their long-neglected Dao Fields, where they would rest, restore their strength, and wait for the order of the Myriad Worlds to settle and the Prehistoric Era's age of turmoil to reach its end.
The heroes returned from Chaos, but the struggle across the Myriad Worlds continued.
The guardians of the old era withdrew to their Dao Fields, while the contenders of the new era fought on. The Prehistoric Era's new contest for dominion had reached a fever pitch.
Jian Chen and his two companions stood amid the transformed Primordial Heaven and Earth, frozen in place. Their eyes widened in utter disbelief.
They had followed their master in cultivation and imagined the Prehistoric Era countless times.
They knew their master's ambitions were vast and his vision far-reaching. The Prehistoric Era where he stood had to be a Supreme Great World at the pinnacle of the Myriad Worlds, far beyond the Vast Universe Great World and the Sin Domain—a realm whose mysteries defied imagination.
They had expected to be amazed. Yet only when they set foot upon the Primordial Land and felt the depth of this world for themselves did they realize the truth.
They had still vastly underestimated the Prehistoric Era.
Everything before them overturned all they had known.
The Sin Domain they had once traversed was already a vast Macro World. With its immense territory and countless powerful figures, it ranked among the finest Great Worlds in the Myriad Worlds.
Yet beside the Prehistoric Era beneath their feet, it suddenly seemed cramped, shallow, and starved of spiritual qi—like a rural backwater beside the Immortal Domain of the Nine