As the most intact fragment split from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, its inhabitants had long lifespans and an orderly historical inheritance. Nothing like the dark turmoil had ever occurred there.
Thus, their forebears had recorded the truth of this world's creation in their ancient texts.
It had been a bright, breezy morning when a supreme being descended, took this fragment of the Nine Heavens in his hand, and transformed it into a near-immortal land through supreme magical power.
Although this place was indeed immensely appealing, and they were grateful to that supreme being for shaping the world into a near-immortal land,
the beings of Immeasurable Heaven remained vigilant.
Vigilant against that Creator God? If he returned,
should they kneel and kowtow? Could this artificial immortal land continue to exist? And where would they, the beings born within this artificial immortal land, go from here?
Judging others by themselves, the small worlds they created were all used to house servants.
Were they, these seemingly exalted beings, any different from the servants within those small worlds?
They threw their weight around and monopolized all the fortune within this near-immortal land. Was that only because that being had temporarily forgotten it?
If he remembered this artificial immortal land's existence, would he take this world away and make them his servants?!
Thus, they had always been making preparations, readying themselves to face that unknown enemy.
Now, over a hundred Great Emperors joined forces and revealed the means they had prepared against that unknown god.
Their Daos became Chains of Order, piercing through heaven and earth, joining with every pebble and becoming one with every flower and blade of grass.
For a time, past, present, and future, and all the myriad Dao within heaven and earth, were filled with the profound aura of