I Forged the Myths of Ten Thousand Worlds—and Became the Mastermind Behind the Heavens

"This world had no gods-until I wrote the myths of the heavens myself."

The Azure Waves Realm had lost a hundred thousand years of history. The Heavenly Dao was fractured, and the path to immortality had withered.

Cultivators were trapped within mortal limits. Even a prodigy like the master of a sacred land could only wait in despair for death when their lifespan ran out.

Su Chen, a traveler from another world, gazed at the newly awakened Myth Editor System in his mind and quietly opened the "Ancient Heavenly Court" entry.

If this world held no trace of immortals or gods, he would give it a magnificent, boundless primeval past with his own hands!

As Su Chen gradually projected glimpses of the Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, the Calamity of the Journey to the West, and the Primordial World across the star realms, the Immortal Emperors, Demon Venerables, and undying titans at the pinnacle of the cosmos saw visions of an age when a saint's fury remade earth, water, fire, and wind. One after another, they worked themselves into a frenzy:

"The cultivation we're so proud of doesn't even make us ants before the saints of antiquity?!"

"Quick! Commit every resource our sect has! We must find what the Ancient Heavenly Court left behind, even if it kills us! It's our only way to survive!"

Meanwhile, Su Chen sat in the Primordial Library, leisurely sipping tea. Seeing the Causality Points on his interface soar to astronomical heights, he smiled faintly.

"No rush. The Underworld's Six Paths of Reincarnation, the sermon at the Purple Cloud Palace... I'll make them real for you soon."