The Forgotten One

When the selection tournament for the great decisive battle of the Three Thousand Provinces began, Phenomena appeared throughout the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

"Heh heh heh... How many years has it been? I, Jun Dao, have awakened once more."

Beneath a snowy mountain range that stretched for countless billions of miles, inside an ice cavern, someone came back to life, his pressure bearing down on the heavenly firmament.

He had a head of purple hair, a bewitching gaze, and an aura so terrifying it shook the heavens. It was hard to imagine that he was a Venerable—one whom even gods would hold in awe.

In an ancient great province, volcanoes stretched in clusters. Among them was one that stood out from the rest, wreathed in auspicious mist. A crimson ancient coffin emerged from the Lava, erupting with an aura that shook the heavens.

With a crack, the coffin lid loosened. A peerless woman appeared, looking down proudly upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Her long fiery-red hair danced, and her tall figure radiated holy light.

"To walk out of the Coffin of Life once more... This should be the last time, shouldn't it? Everything will end in the final opportunity." She, too, was a Venerable, but her voice was clear and cold, shaking the nine heavens.

In a vast sea, there was a Crystal Dragon Palace. Someone there also awakened and opened her eyes. Beams of light like rainbows shot into the clouds, blotting out the sun.

That was merely... the force of her gaze!

This was a woman with dragon horns on her head, soaring up from the bottom of the sea into the sky.

At this moment, in several ancient lands of the Three Thousand Provinces, dazzling radiance rushed up one after another, piercing heaven and earth.