The moment Sun Mingxuan woke up, he noticed something was wrong with him. He had had an incredibly long dream. In it, he had returned to the primordial era of antiquity and become the very first colony of single-celled life in that first pot of hot soup.
At first, his life had been carefree. He did nothing but absorb, absorb, and absorb again—constantly taking in nutrients, then dividing, his entire single-celled colony growing larger and larger.
Up to that point, the whole thing had still been perfectly normal.
Until he reproduced and drifted through that pot of hot soup called the primordial ocean, floating who knew how far. Then, he saw a person. More precisely, when he first conceived of looking up at the stars, he discovered that the radiance of the world came from a sun in human form.
When he gazed directly at the sun, his entire being began evolving madly.
In an incredibly short time, he evolved into a colossal beast, wielding extraordinary solar energy—the power of light. Wherever he went, nothing could stand against him. He dominated the entire biosphere, and in the end, all intelligent life respectfully addressed him as the Xi Sovereign.
In short, the dream had followed the standard wish-fulfillment novel template: he happened to look up at the stars, embarked on the road of evolution, and then ate and ate and ate his way forward. Just like some domestic sewer MMORPG—start with a Kun, grow through swallowing.
But the key issue was that he was a swordsman—no, to be precise, he already had one foot over the threshold of a sword master. Ordinarily, reaching this stage would have required another three to five years of tempering. Yet through the training in the Primordial Chaos Game, coupled with a timely flash of insight