The Great Thousand World.
Within a stretch of chaos, in an abyssal Secret Realm leading who knew where.
The Old Lord's figure slowly materialized. He looked around with mild curiosity, and the next moment, at the end of the boundless chaos, a curtain of light that blotted out the sky slowly descended. Like a curtain of water, it depicted vast mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars.
It was like a small world, a breathtaking sight.
Yet the Old Lord merely surveyed the scene with a smile, his expression unchanged, as though he had calculated it long ago.
He watched at his leisure.
"Hum..."
A humming sound rang out.
The celestial curtain gradually revealed an ink-wash painting, seemingly waiting of its own accord for the newcomer to leave his name.
"Interesting. Quite interesting indeed..."
The Old Lord's lips curled up, making him look every bit a mischievous child. He casually raised his horsetail whisk, dipped it into the void, and began drawing directly upon the scroll.
... Meanwhile, across the myriad realms of the Great Thousand World.
Countless Heavenly Sovereign experts stared into the endless void in astonishment.
The Sword Domain.
A middle-aged man in blue robes sat cross-legged atop a mountain, a blue sword resting across his knees. His eyes slowly opened, a flash of shock passing through them. "This is... the Firmament Ledger?!!"
Soft strains of music encompassed all creation.
Such terrifying might could only belong to the Firmament Ledger, upon which only those who surpassed the late Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign stage were qualified to leave their names. Legend had it that only the Immortal Emperor had ever inscribed his surname upon it, and anyone who could truly leave both surname and given name would become the true master of the Great Thousand World.
He had