Looking back, the Immortal Ancient Era had blazed with splendor, its age at its height.
Ancient Immortal Kings had taken on new identities and returned to the world in entirely new guises, looking down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Other kings had descended from the Immortal Domain and set foot in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. In the end, this land and the people here whom they could call fellow cultivators had drawn them in, and they had settled here.
And peerless Heavenly Prodigies had surged forward, smashing through every barrier with unmatched might. One after another, they had ascended thrones in those glorious Years and been divinely invested as kings.
During that time, Emperor City in the Border Wasteland had bathed in divine radiance from the Heavens. Ten thousand races had revered it, and the Mighty Ones had bestowed their blessings.
The Immortal Domain had no longer held itself aloof. It had reached out to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands of its own accord, even traveling to Emperor City in the Border Wasteland to offer its blessings to the new kings.
From then on, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had entered their most glorious Years.
The Immortal Domain had treated them as equals, Burial Soil had written their history, and the Foreign Realm had ceased setting foot in their world.
Sadly, a calamity of staggering proportions had later driven the Foreign Realm to attack the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands at any cost.
The great war at the end of the Late Immortal Ancient Era had begun.
In that war, the first to bear the brunt were those who had been crowned kings in Emperor City and stood guard over the Border Wasteland.
One of them had been the ancestor of the Stone Race: