Vast Great Void, chaotic air currents roar like waves.
Before a mottled barrier of the Small Thousand World, Chen Sheng's figure suddenly halted, his gaze vacuous, as if portraying the cycle of life and death.
Celestial Abyss Realm!
The barrier of the Small Thousand World was filled with the cracks of time, the thin world's essence flickering like a dying candle, exuding an air of decrepit decay.
Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his dark yellow Daoist Robe fluttering loudly in the chaotic currents, his gaze pierced through the barrier, looking at the world both familiar and alien, the nostalgia surging in his heart like an uncontrollable tide.
In several past lives, he turned and took root in this world.
Struggling to survive among mortals, braving thorns among cultivators, ultimately founding an imperial court and ruling over myriad spirits.
