The universe that had once been the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had become the Lesser Netherworld. Broken and ruined, it had turned into a different kind of "Netherworld."
No longer whole, its Laws were Imperfect, and Evolution had a ceiling. Every living being in the universe was constrained, unable to break through its shackles.
Compared with the Chaotic Ancient Era and the era of Shrouding the Heavens, the gulf was beyond measure.
The races and Dao Lineages that had once swept through the universe, roamed the stars, and endured through Eternal Ages had all vanished, buried in Ancient History.
Now no one remembered them. No one knew anything of what had once been.
Stars shifted. Old star fields were destroyed, and new ones were born.
If someone compared a map of the universe from those days with a star chart from the present, they would find that everything had changed.
Everything once familiar was gone. Everywhere they looked was strange.
But if a powerful figure who had lived since the era of Shrouding the Heavens, across multiple eras, observed the universe, they would discover something.
The Silver River had shifted, the starry sky had turned upside down, and the universe had become a wasteland. Yet Earth's position had never changed.
Earth had remained where it was several eras ago, rotating quietly without ever moving.
The living beings on Earth had multiplied generation after generation. They had reached great heights and endured terrible lows.
But one thing was certain: from the eras after Shrouding the Heavens to the present, Earth had never vanished, nor had its living beings gone extinct.
It had truly achieved this: The universe may perish, but I will not; the starry sky may crumble, but I will endure.
The Human Race of Earth in particular had