The Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.
The aura of time wreathed the entire forbidden zone.
Atop the nine divine mountains, the immortal radiance of the Immortal Medicine flowed, like forbidden fruit in a land of endless taboos already shimmering with faint light.
Like scattered stars in the night sky.
The Nine Marvels Immortal Medicine had been forcibly divided into nine and planted atop the divine mountains, where it had already begun to grow.
Perhaps it would blossom and bear fruit before long.
Beneath the abyss at the center of those nine divine mountains, five-colored light seemed to merge with the universe.
It was the radiance of the Five-Colored Altar. Though somewhat damaged, it still glimmered like a firefly in the night, faintly pointing the way.
Within the boundless universe, nine true dragons that looked cast from steel pulled a massive coffin, wandering aimlessly.
They seemed to be drawing closer to the Big Dipper, guided along some hidden route.
At the distant Cosmic Frontier, an enormous, ancient border fortress still stood in the starry sky, seemingly unchanged through hundreds of thousands, even millions of years.
It was Hangu Pass. Tempered by the passage of time, it remained an unsurpassed stronghold, barring every threat from descending upon Earth.
On Earth, the tens of thousands of years of struggle between the shamans and demons seemed to be approaching their allotted end, as though some supreme power were driving events forward.
The Human Race gradually rose again, surging toward a certain destination within the long river of history.
None could stop them.
It seemed to be an indescribable tide of destiny.
Or perhaps some supreme cycle of reincarnation spanning hundreds of billions of years.
Prosperity gave way to decline, and utter decline gave rise to prosperity, repeating without end.
It secretly accorded with some heavenly