But he was no primitive savage either.
This man was named Mo, and he came from the Outer Immortal Land, the Northern Heaven Ancient Desert Great Wilderness.
He was towering and broad, barefoot and clad in beast hides. His skin gleamed with a bronze luster, as though the winds and sands of time had polished it into stone and iron.
His thick black hair fell over his shoulders, his brows were carved like blades, and his eyes resembled a hawk's. Within his gaze lay the solitude and wildness of the Great Wilderness.
Though he stood dumbstruck, he remained motionless as a mountain. A primordial ferocity faintly emanated from his entire body, as if he were an ancient war god who had emerged from the depths of the desert.
Most peculiar of all, there was no brow rune belonging to an Innate Being of the Immortal Realm between his brows. Instead, he looked rather like a mortal spirit of the Immortal Realm.
At this moment, he stared at the Immortal Mountain that had risen from nothingness, his mind violently shaken and unable to calm for a long while. This was a great cultivator creating matter, the Great Dao demonstrating its methods—true power that had grasped the might of the Immortal Realm beyond life and death.
He murmured under his breath, and for the first time, an indescribable enlightenment surfaced in his eyes:
"Splitting mountains and forging veins, seizing the authority of Creation... If heaven and earth can create mountains, why can the fleshly body not shape itself? If I use my body as a furnace, temper my flesh, forge the Dao in Heaven's stead, and evolve Undyingness from within... then one day, I may rise against fate. Borrow neither Heaven nor Earth; with only this body of mine, I shall illuminate