The Furious Heavenly Dao Descends

Endless brilliant stars appeared, studding the sky like jewels. They hung overhead for only a moment before every ray of light poured into Chen Nan.

"Just as you said."

Chen Nan leaned against a towering Snow Maple Tree. Countless snow-white petals dotted its branches, and their refreshing fragrance slipped into his nostrils.

Though this place endured sweltering summer all year, it looked as if snowflakes were blooming everywhere. More jarring still were the sprawling graves around him!

Not long ago, holy radiance had bathed every inch of the cemetery. Eight-winged Angels had danced there, while the lingering shadows of Devils had roared.

Now all had fallen quiet. Both kinds of Tomb of Gods had been absorbed; the western gods and demons of the Primordial Wilderness had merged into the black-and-white spheres of light within him, and Chen Nan had taken the ancient wonder, the General-Deploying Platform, into his Inner World.

A scheme laid over the ages had come to nothing overnight, its architect left only to sew wedding clothes for another.

The mysterious schemer hidden in the Forest of Eternity could never have imagined that, just as he arrogantly sought to move every piece on the board, Chen Nan would bring along a whole crowd of Primordial Gods and Demons who cared nothing for fair play and beat his face into a pig's head.

"Next, we return to ages past ahead of time."

He looked at the phantoms conjured by the powerful divine thoughts of those ancient gods and demons, then began calling to the God of Time and Space.

Having learned of the scheme handed down from the Primordial Era and of his world's Heavenly Dao, which sought to destroy all living beings, Chen Nan no longer harbored the slightest suspicion toward the spheres of yin and yang light