In the Strange World, the cosmos consisted of the Thirty-Three Heavens-thirty-three boundlessly vast worlds, each sprawling endlessly, enough to sustain countless cultivators.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lay trillions upon trillions of inconspicuous minor worlds. In recent years, one utterly unremarkable ancient minor world among them had unwittingly become the focal point of this vast Great Universe.
In just a thousand years, dozens of cultivators at the very pinnacle of the Human Dao had crossed worlds from the many supreme orthodoxies of the Thirty-Three Heavens. Some cultivated the human body secret realms, their five great secret realms spanning the cosmos; some breathed in and out Dao Seeds, becoming one with the myriad Daos of the universe; others united their bodies and Primordial Spirits, walking the great Dao of immortality.
Without exception, these were beings of the Extreme Dao realm, pillars that held the heavens steady in the Strange World's Thirty-Three Heavens, mighty cultivators who stood above the surging currents of their eras.
Yet now, all these Extreme Dao Supremes sat cross-legged before a towering emerald-green gate. It stood a full hundred zhang tall, wreathed in the profound aura of the myriad Daos. Dense primordial chaos radiance suffused the gateway, obscuring everyone's vision.
The Extreme Dao Supremes who had come here all knew that the gate before them was of immense importance, for beyond it lay a connection to a vast Great Universe called the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
From the ancient histories of the Strange World, these Extreme Dao beings knew something of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths' past.
The Dharma-Ending Land, the Longevity Desolate Land, the Heavenly Emperor's Sacred Land, the Tomb of Kings...
That ancient cosmos bore far too many epics and buried far too many legends. Who knew how many unearthed secrets still awaited later generations