"Did you dream of it?"
Towering mountains rose high. As far as the eye could see, Dao palaces stretched in unbroken succession, half-hidden amid clouds and mist. The blazing sun shone from the vault of heaven, its rays refracted through the vapor into ten thousand streaks of rosy light, making this place seem like a sacred land upon a divine mountain.
At a pavilion atop the mountain, Lord asked the question.
One after another, the Mythologies from the real world had already gathered here.
This was the cave-heaven world: the Primordial Chaos Game.
To Mythology-level powerhouses, multitasking was as simple as eating and drinking. They could keep part of their consciousness permanently stationed within the cave-heaven while their bodies moved freely in the real world. And no matter which side they were on, none of their divine abilities or methods were diminished in the slightest.
As for the Primordial Chaos Game, unlike ordinary players who had to painstakingly grind levels and constantly temper themselves within the game, they entered at max level.
In the current version of the Primordial Chaos Game, Half-Lord was already the pinnacle. Higher levels had yet to be unlocked.
Thus, in only a short time, the Mythologies had already built up no small foundations in the game.
According to the Primordial Chaos Game's setting, its main world was the Primordial Chaos: so vast it had no bounds, with no so-called center. It contained countless Dao lineages and endless scenery. Some regions were retro in style, as though they had returned to ancient times, while others bore the sights of the future—steel-built skyscrapers and boats flying through the clouds.
War was everywhere; conflict was everywhere. Even after the game had been open for so long, no one had managed to produce even a relatively complete rough map.