The man stood beside a river, his eyes deep and calm. Not even a trace of joy at breaking through to True Immortal showed on his face. His stillness was enough to make the heart tremble.
His blood and qi seethed faintly.
Every drop of his true blood was a realm unto itself. One could even say that he alone was an independent heaven and earth.
On the ground.
A rotting, tattered bamboo basket stood there, giving off faint, hollow whistles in the wind.
The man lowered his eyes slightly and took a long look at the basket.
"Elder Ye, compared with those who set their ambitions in their youth, your disciple still needs more time lying low." He spoke calmly, gazing at the vast firmament. "The Three Thousand Immortal Territories have been reestablished. The Ten Thousand Clans shall flourish."
Now.
The entire Immortal Realm Great Dao had revived. Attaining immortality was no longer a shackle, and quite a few lower-tribulation immortals had appeared between heaven and earth.
The man's gaze turned solemn, and he vanished into the mountains and seas of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
That year.
The races that had opened heaven in ages past began reviving one after another across the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. At the center of heaven and earth, the True Immortal stood atop a primordial mountain with a jade slip in hand. He gazed impassively at heaven and earth. "I ask to draw a thread of all living beings' fortune to restore the vital essence of the lands, mountains, and rivers of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. May... the Great Dao grant its approval."
Hum!
A magnificent immortal pillar shot upward from the jade slip, piercing straight through the nine heavens. Heaven rocked and earth shook. The myriad races of the Three