This man stood by a riverbank, his eyes deep and calm. There was not even the slightest joy of having broken through to the True Immortal Stage on his face; his stillness was enough to make one's heart tremble.
His blood and Qi simmered faintly.
Every drop of his true blood was a Domain. It could even be said that he alone was an independent Tiandi.
On the ground.
A rotten, tattered bamboo basket stood there, releasing a hollow, feeble whistle through the air in the wind.
The man lowered his gaze slightly and looked deeply at the bamboo basket.
"Elder Ye, compared with those who set lofty ambitions in their youth, this disciple still needs to lie low." He spoke calmly, looking toward the vast heavens. "The Three Thousand Immortal Domains will be reestablished. The myriad races must rise."
Now.
The Immortal Realm's Great Dao had already revived. Becoming immortal was no longer a shackle, and quite a few low-tribulation immortals had appeared between heaven and earth.
The man's gaze sharpened as he vanished into the mountains and seas of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
That year.
The Heaven-Opening races of old gradually revived throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Domains. At the center of Tiandi, that True Immortal stood atop a primordial mountain, holding a jade slip. He looked indifferently upon heaven and earth. "Take a thread of the living beings' fortune to mend the vital essence of the mountains and rivers of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains. May... the Great Dao grant permission."
Buzz!
A magnificent Immortal Pillar shot from the jade slip, piercing straight through Jiu Xiao. Heaven and earth shook, and the myriad races of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains were thrown into panic. What had happened?!
Rumble...
Thunder flashed and roared. A faint tremor spread