In Chaotic Ancient Space-Time, a king among Heavenly Prodigies had fallen in battle and reached the end of the road. He sought life from death, defying heaven to be reborn.
If only I could borrow another five hundred years from heaven.
Break the curse, shatter the hex, ascend to Supreme, and stand mighty over the mortal world.
In ages long past, when the Dharma-Ending Age had fallen upon heaven and earth, someone else had walked alone through myth, perfecting a legendary method.
During the Emperor's Fall Era, Meng Chuan had grown up in a world rich with longevity. He had studied much there, then resolutely left its abundant Longevity Substance behind.
This was an age of unprecedented splendor. Ten thousand races fought to cross the waters, and Heavenly Prodigies vied for the Dao.
Meng Chuan could foresee the grandeur to come. By the end of this age, Immortal Kings would spring up across the realms like bamboo shoots after rain.
Giants would abound, and Supreme Giants would emerge one after another.
At last, the kings would shine together and raise one among them to take the most glorious step in all history: becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
Since the Creation of Heaven and Earth, the Boundary Sea had seen such an age only three or five times, right up to its end.
To live in such an age was a tremendous opportunity.
With fortunes entwined, people would break through their limits and climb to the highest peak.
The times made heroes, and heroes, in turn, made the times.
No one who aspired to the highest position would willingly miss such an age or such an opportunity.
Yet Meng Chuan had left it of his own accord, seeking out a world in the Dharma-Ending Age to cultivate alone.
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