This was a beautiful world, brimming with spiritual energy. The Heavenly Dao was clear, Grotto-Heaven Paradises were countless, and the fragrance of Divine Medicines and immortal herbs filled the air. Vast and boundless, it was exceptionally suited to cultivation.
An Immortal King watched over this world. He lived alone, with no children and no Dao Lineage. He simply governed the realm and received its offerings.
This gave the Human Dao cultivators and True Immortals considerable freedom. At the same time, the Immortal King's presence made the True Immortals wary of acting recklessly.
So those below the Immortal Dao Domain lived fairly well.
All in all, the atmosphere in this world was quite good.
Its Cultivation System was also remarkably transcendent. The world even bore some resemblance to the Immortal Realm of people's imaginations.
But a catastrophe that would drive them to despair descended without warning.
That day, an enormous rift suddenly opened in the sky. Thick black mist churned beyond it, obscuring whatever lay behind.
Yet the mist that seeped through the rift instantly corroded a sliver of the world.
"Darkness..." The world's sole Immortal King stared at the vast rift, his expression grave.
"So the news was true. More than a million years of peace have now been shattered."
He was a veteran Immortal King who had witnessed and fought in the war between Shi Hao's Heavenly Court and the Dark Faction. He had survived by sheer luck.
In that war, anyone who had not possessed overwhelming strength had survived only by sheer luck.
This Immortal King had now reached the limit of an ordinary Immortal King and touched the threshold of a Peak Immortal King.
As for crossing that threshold, barring a stroke of fortune, it would take him many long years.
That was how cultivation normally went