Cycle after cycle—sometimes man, sometimes woman, sometimes grass or tree, sometimes an ant, sometimes an unparalleled master, sometimes a slave, sometimes a king, sometimes...
All the myriad forms of the world cycled endlessly through a grand dream as real as reality itself: the descent of the soul, the clash of spirit, the tempering of the heart, all flowing past.
Everything seemed so real, as though they had truly lived through it themselves, leaving no trace of falsehood to be detected.
The vast sea had turned to dust. As the long years passed, the hundred-thousand-year deadline Xuantian had spoken of finally arrived.
At the Ancestral Land of Mount Shouyang, the mountain gates stood wide open. Golden boys and jade maidens waited there to welcome guests from all directions.
The Ancestral Land had been arranged by Xuantian, binding Dragon Veins and drawing in the stars. It had long become one of Hong Huang's finest Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, where boundless Dao rhymes naturally manifested.
Atop Mount Shouyang stood a massive palace, surrounded by streams of purple qi. The four words "Human Ancestral Land" were inscribed upon it, ancient and majestic. They seemed to contain endless laws of the Heavenly Dao. Any ordinary cultivator who saw those four words might gain sudden enlightenment, attain immortality, and greatly advance their cultivation.
Outside the Ancestral Land lay an enormous plaza, packed with all kinds of Hong Huang beings. Some were elites of their respective races, while others were independent cultivators. Some had not even fully assumed human form, perhaps in order to preserve their original bodies. Yet every one of them possessed profound cultivation; even the weakest were Golden Immortals, regional Overlords in Hong Huang. Yet now, they could only stand in the plaza without even a seat, which said enough.
At the elevated