Tianyuan

The man in the golden robe smiled faintly and turned to look into the distance, toward the lifeless mountain range. His eyes seemed to hold both memories and a wistful longing. After a long silence, he let out a sigh. "This story begins three thousand yuan ago."

At those words, Bai Yang's heart gave a hard thump. Three thousand yuan—that was nearly ten thousand years by Earth's reckoning. It was an unimaginably long time, and who knew how much untold history had been buried over the ages? His mention of three thousand yuan ago was likely inextricably tied to the Divine Martial Dynasty, which had once existed in this world.

Bai Yang said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

Perhaps sensing Bai Yang's surprise, the man in the golden robe chuckled. "You were there when I woke up that day. I've spent this time traveling the world and reading countless ancient texts. Only then was I able to determine the exact date."

Bai Yang nodded. He remembered how the man in the golden robe hadn't even been able to speak the language of the day when he emerged from the coffin. He listened quietly, not interrupting.

This will probably bring to light a secret buried in history, Bai Yang thought.

"Three thousand yuan ago, the Chen Dynasty, Azure Wolf Dynasty, Great Moon Dynasty, and Jiang Dynasty didn't yet exist. This entire land was ruled by the Divine Martial Dynasty. The Divine Martial Dynasty was once incomparably powerful. Its capital alone had a population of over ten billion, and its territory was teeming with strong cultivators. It had three Earth Emperor Realm experts alone. Besides His Majesty the Divine Martial, who founded the dynasty, his Crown Prince and Imperial Grandson were both peerless prodigies. In just two hundred yuan, they had