The man in red robes could even recount the origins of this thatched hut—in humanity's most glorious age, this shabby, dilapidated hut had appeared in another form. It had been a magnificent hall, as awe-inspiring as a divine miracle; it had been the meeting place of humanity's Supreme Royal Emperor Council, the symbol of humanity's supreme ruling authority!
Throughout countless past cosmic epochs, the man in red robes had knelt humbly on the ground time and again, raising his eyelids from afar with utmost respect and terror to cautiously steal a glimpse of that grand hall. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that in this cosmic age, on this very day, the sacred hall that symbolized humanity's highest power would appear here in such a form.
"This is simply... a wanton squandering of heaven's gifts!" The man in red robes was so heartsick he nearly fainted. "Those damned humans—how could they treat the Primordial Sacred Hall, evolved from the core laws of the ninth cosmic epoch, the 'Primordial' universe, like this? How could they turn it into such a wreck?"
"The Primordial Sacred Hall evolved from the core laws of the Primordial universe?" A lazy voice drifted over. "That name sounds rather mighty, domineering, and steeped in history! But I have no idea what the thing actually is. Why don't you tell me more about it?"
The Lin Family's ancestor appeared beneath the thatched hut out of thin air like a ghost, smiling as he sat down on a tattered meditation cushion. The ruined thatched hut seemed to have suddenly become withered wood meeting spring; every broken straw brimmed with vast vitality. Threads of light flowed across hundreds of thousands of dark yellow straws, while countless fine streams of colorless light, like rain threads yet seeming to