War of the Primordial Gods

Standing amid the Primordial Continent, surrounded by Outer Gods, Li Shun found the experience utterly unlike anything he had felt in the ordinary illusion realms before.

Exposed without shelter to those many indescribable, dreadful gazes, he felt like a mortal stripped bare of flesh and skin, left naked before the raging storms deep in Chaos. A cold that pierced to the marrow swept through the depths of Li Shun's soul. He no longer felt the slightest bit safe.

"I lift my head to the blue heavens and see nothing. The Great Dao offers no way forward."

A familiar maxim from the ancient Confucian School texts suddenly surfaced in Li Shun's mind. It had originally recorded the Confucian Sage's despair when he lost his way and Heaven and Earth seemed bereft of light. But Li Shun now realized with a chill that it fit the dreadful scene before him—Outer Gods descending, demons dancing in chaos—to the last detail.

I wonder how the disciples of the other Hundred Schools are faring.

These Outer Gods...

What do they covet in the Primordial Continent, to go to such lengths?

Surely they know better than anyone that the Primordial Continent shattered long ago in reality. Why descend here in droves, like hungry wolves catching the scent of blood?

Just as Li Shun's doubts mounted, another upheaval shook Heaven and Earth.

The dim, fractured sky of the Primordial Continent suddenly blazed with light, drawn by some unknown power. It shone even more fiercely than it had when the Ten Suns had hung in the sky.

No one knew where the searing white light came from. Like a sword, it tore through and scattered the boundless gloom brought by the approaching Outer Gods.

At the meeting point of earth and sky in the far north, a pair