Long, long ago, a cultivator who called himself the Lord of the Underworld transcended, becoming a unique existence. Ancient history was no more than a page in a book in his hands, something he could rewrite at will. The great chiliocosm and its countless living beings were merely a string of data in his eyes, born with a thought and extinguished with another.
His level of existence was too high. A True Dragon did not converse with ants. With no cultivators of his own level to talk to, the Ancient Underworld Lord found everything dull. His Dao Heart gradually dimmed, losing its vitality, beginning to freeze, fall silent, and withdraw inward. He sank into eternal slumber, burying himself in the Three-Life Bronze Coffin beneath the Plateau.
From a mortal's perspective, he had simply been too lonely. Living alone had left him depressed, and he had chosen suicide.
But the difference was that when mortals killed themselves, death was the end. There was no chance of rebirth. A mighty existence Beyond the Sacrificial Path, however, could not die even by suicide, even if he wanted to. It was merely an endless slumber.
Death was a long sleep, and sleep was a brief death. As long as the Lord of the Underworld wished it, he could awaken at any moment. The Myriad Realms were nothing more than a grand dream.
And the Plateau, this special field, had fused with the Lord of the Underworld's bone ash and carried power Beyond the Sacrificial Path. Though it could not be considered transcendent, it still brushed against transcendence.
What was bone ash? The Eerie Clan called it primordial matter, the key to becoming an Ancestor.
But in Lin Xian's eyes, wasn't that bone ash simply the Coffin Master's physical body?
The Plateau Will was precisely