After that being Above Sacrificial Dao reached the true end of the Great Dao, all traces of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds were no more than a thought of his.
With a thought, he brought forth boundless worlds and countless friends and relatives. All were real; none were false.
His many friends and relatives and the vast Myriad Heavens and Worlds unfolded before his eyes, developing along with his thoughts, while more and more parallel worlds like these continued to emerge.
Every one was utterly real, and the Immortal Emperors within them had imperishable origins and immense power.
Yet when he subconsciously denied and rejected everything before him-
The Myriad Heavens and Worlds he had brought forth, including his friends and relatives of the past, all of it vanished.
He began to suspect that he was ill, to suspect that something had gone wrong with the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
And so, with his own hands, he sealed away the history in which his friends and relatives existed.
He lived alone in a small courtyard and began sacrificing himself to the flames, over and over.
Unfortunately, he was simply too powerful.
Even the flames of Sacrificial Dao, which could once have killed him, could no longer hurt him in the slightest.
Or rather, nothing in the world could harm him. Even death was merely another state of existence for him.
Even now, he had buried himself upon the Plateau, and others had dug out his ashes and fused with them.
But as long as he wished, he could return from death and regain his peak.
There was a saying that suited that Lord of the Plateau well.
Yuanshi Without Tribulation, Only Emotion Wounds Oneself!
Just like that, through repeated self-suggestion, he truly began to fall ill, and ten different kinds