Reversing the Innate to the Primordial World

Before the ancient times, the Primordial Heavenly King wielded a giant axe with supreme divine power, cleaving through Chaos to open the heavens and earth, and from that moment, the vast and boundless Primordial World came into being.

Time flowed like an unceasing, rushing torrent, galloping forward from the very beginning of its origin.

All things in the world endured countless trials throughout the long river of time, and time itself seemed to be etched with marks both deep and shallow.

Within that innate Chaos, everything appeared hazy and indistinct, as if existing yet not, like a blurred scroll of a painting.

That subtle and elusive point of convergence was truly beyond words, possessing an ultimate and wondrous quality.

When nothingness reached the point of absolute silence, it unexpectedly aligned with the Dao in the dark, mysterious void.

Primordial Qi lay hidden in the depths of the murky, indistinct Chaos, while the Five Primordials gestated within the silent and desolate void.

Contained within were the most authentic truths of the Great Dao, governing the operational laws of the Supreme Unity and the Hunyuan.

It was neither absolute existence nor complete nothingness; it had no sound and left no trace, yet it seemed as real as if it truly existed.

Its wonder lay in being both present and absent, standing tall and extraordinary; true nothingness was not the absence of everything, but rather a state of clarity, resting quietly in the world like water.

One might reluctantly name it before the Xiangdi, implying it as the origin of the Primordial Emperor.

Ever since the Supreme Ultimate first appeared, the energy of the Hunyuan began to fashion all things. From the moment Chaos was carved open, a strand of primordial energy emerged in response to the opportunity. The Three Extremes established the path of impartiality, and the Yin-Yang Duality found its rightful place.

In this vast and boundless universe, the Dao was like an unreachable, mysterious, and absolute sovereign, silently maintaining the discipline and order of the entire cosmos, ensuring everything functioned according to established laws.

As for those Innate Divinities, they were like powerful beings holding the key pivots, manipulating the core mechanisms of the universe's operation, allowing the world to develop in an orderly fashion under their control.

Recalling the time when the sky first began to condense into water, the scene was dreamlike and illusory, as if it were the most magical masterpiece of nature.

At the same time, the earth, with its vast and heavy posture, governed the gathering and flow of water sources.

The waters of the sky and the sources of the earth blended together, gradually forming a mass of misty energy that permeated the space between heaven and earth, containing endless vitality and mystery.

The primordial energy fused tightly during this wondrous process of transformation, intertwining and interacting like an eternal, ceaseless cycle of life.

This sense of endless, self-perpetuating vitality stretched on, filling the universe with vigorous life force and infinite possibilities.

However, as time passed and countless epochs went by, the Primordial World endured one heart-stopping catastrophe after another.

First, the Ferocious Beasts launched fierce campaigns to compete for survival resources, with blood and violence filling every corner; then came the arrival of the Dragon-Han Cataclysm, a disaster that pushed the entire world to the brink of destruction.

Afterward, a world-shaking war erupted between the Wu and Yao tribes; both sides were evenly matched, neither willing to yield, ultimately leading to the suffering of all living beings.

Immediately following, the Investiture of the Gods War stirred up another bloody storm, with various factions drawn into the fray, fighting to the death for power and glory.

Finally, there was the well-known Journey to the West Calamity, which brought new shocks to a world already scarred and battered.

After enduring so many tragic Kalpas, the foundation of the Primordial World gradually grew thin and fragile.

The calamities brought by those countless Kalpas were like ruthless millstones, grinding away, bit by bit, the supreme Dao that the Primordial World once possessed.

The once glorious, magnificent, and vibrant Primordial World no longer existed; the Primordial World of today had long since lost its former splendor.

Eventually, on a certain day, when all hope was extinguished, the Primordial World shattered.

With its disintegration, all things headed toward the end of death; even those powerhouses who had reached the Primordial Unity Realm could not escape this catastrophic disaster.

The entire universe fell into a deathly silence, leaving behind only endless darkness and despair. Born in it, died in it.

Even the Transcendence Realm could not escape.

Termination...

In the 21st century, in a certain district of the Imperial Capital, a man dressed in casual clothes stood on a rooftop, smoking silently, his figure gaunt.

His name was Li Zhengyuan, and he came from the countryside, a very remote mountain village.

He had been miraculous since birth; there were no red lights or strange phenomena when he was born, but he clutched a piece of jade in his hand—moist, smooth, and tinged with a faint cyan, comparable to Jia Baoyu, who was born with jade in his mouth in the Dream of the Red Chamber.

This had surprised the villagers for a long time, though some said it was just a trick played by the Li family, as medically speaking, such an absurd thing could not happen.

Because of emotional entanglements, he was backstabbed by the "white moonlight" he had pursued for over a decade, exhausting his family's wealth and even costing his parents their lives.

The pain was silent, borne in solitude, inadvertently slicing at the damaged heart of a defeated man. Scene after scene flashed through his mind, as if it were only yesterday.

Li Zhengyuan looked down at the building, dozens of stories high, turned, and leaped, wanting to end his remaining life...

Suddenly, the jade he clutched began to glow, radiating colorful light, and the surrounding void began to twist, resembling a vortex. In an instant, he vanished from the world.