NOVPUBIn Divine Martial Country, under the governance of Stone Ink County on the Divine Continent, the sixteen-year-old boy, Zhang Shun, headed for Mingyang Mountain outside the county with an umbrella over his shoulder and a bamboo basket on his back, early in the great Qing morning.
Despite the torrential rain that had been pouring down ceaselessly for over a month, there was still no sign of it letting up.
Some said it was the heavens showing their might, venting their fury upon mortals.
Others claimed it was the work of monstrous beings.
In short, opinions were varied, and people chose to stay at home rather than venture out.
But now, Zhang Shun had no choice but to go up the mountain in search of herbs.
His mother had been bedridden for more than half a month without medicine, and, with nothing of value at home, he couldn’t afford the medicinal herbs from the apothecary.
If things continued like this, he feared his mother wouldn’t survive the rainy season.
Braving the downpour, he went up the mountain to gather herbs.
The heavy rain shrouded everything, and except for the sound of raindrops, nothing else could be heard by his ears.
Zhang Shun walked with an umbrella in hand and a bamboo hat on his head, carefully making his way up the slippery slopes of Mingyang Mountain.
He picked every herb he encountered on the way, useful or not, thinking he could sell them later for some money. The muddy path was difficult to navigate, and several times he nearly slipped off the mountainside.
If he fell down in this weather, even if he died, no one would see.
After being extremely cautious for more than an hour, Zhang Shun finally managed to climb to the summit with great difficulty.
Too tired to care about the muddy peak, he laid down on the ground, covered his head with the umbrella, and rested.
After a while, when he stood up from the ground, his clothes were completely soaked, and a cold wind blew, making his whole body shiver.
At that moment, his gaze fell on something directly in front of the mountain’s summit, and he was rooted to the spot.
There, at the peak, stood the statue of a Divine Dragon.
The Divine Dragon coiled upward, a pearl held in its mouth as it gazed towards the heavens.
Though it was a sculpture, there was an overwhelming dragon might emanating from it, which Zhang Shun could feel.
He remembered clearly that he frequented Mingyang Mountain, and there had never been a statue of a Divine Dragon here before.
He walked slowly towards the statue, and just as he marveled at the divinely inspired craftsmanship and reached out to gently touch it,
a rumbling noise came from the depths of the earth.
Suddenly, heaven and earth seemed to shake, and the entire Mingyang Mountain appeared to sway.
Being an ordinary person who had never experienced such events, Zhang Shun was so frightened that he dashed away.
But after running a few dozen meters, he discovered that the rumbling on the mountain had stopped, and where the statue once was, a grand hall had risen from the ground.
He hesitated for a long time but eventually approached the grand hall, driven by curiosity.
This hall was ancient, its surface made of bronze.
It was a Bronze Grand Hall.
The grand doors of the hall were closed tight, with three large characters inscribed upon them.
"Huntian Hall."
"What’s going on here?" murmured Zhang Shun to himself.
He approached the doors and gave them a gentle push, only to see the heavy Bronze Gate swaying open.
A beam of light shimmered from within.
Zhang Shun looked towards the source of the light and saw a book floating in midair alongside a peculiar object.
He didn’t know why, but his heart thumped wildly, and as if possessed, he walked inside.
He approached the book and saw that its pale purple cover bore the title "Thunder Skies Treasure Manual." 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
He picked up the book and casually flipped through it, discovering that it spoke of Cultivation.
The human body had twelve Vein Gates, and the strong could hold the sun and moon in their hands and tread upon the Starry sky.
Even the weak could move mountains and seas, and traverse clouds and mists.
"Could there really be such a thing as Cultivation in this world?" muttered Zhang Shun to himself.
Many myths and legends circulated in the world.
But the majority knew that these legends were false, with so-called Buddhist Temples and Taoist Temples merely being places people constructed to find peace of mind.
After all, people had never seen a practitioner.
But now, his worldview was rapidly being shattered.
He then turned his gaze to another item next to him.
It was a ball of golden light, surrounded by brown iron bars.
They seemed to be iron bars, but he did not recognize the material.
The iron bars intertwined to form a sphere, encapsulating the purple light within.
Around the purple light, there were four Divine Dragon statues.
The Divine Dragons were about the same size as the purple light.
The dragons coiled around, heads up, mouths slightly open, as if the purple light was spat out and condensed from their mouths.
Seeing the four Divine Dragons with the purple sphere reminded Zhang Shun of an ancient myth.
The Divine Continent also had its own mythical stories.
Pangu creating the heaven, Nuwa crafting humans, Kuafu chasing the sun, Houyi shooting the suns...
And the item before Zhang Shun reminded him of the mythological Huntian Hall.
It was said that in ancient times, there was a monster that could know the Six Directions and constellations above, and all things on earth below.
Its body was as large as a hundred zhang and more; its back was like a turtle shell.
With the Six Directions and constellations of the sun and moon engraved upon its back, and with these celestial bodies moving in real-time.
This creature, when dormant, did no harm, but its emergence caused great chaos, turning the world upside down.
Later, the monster ascended to the heavens, taking on a divine form and leaving its earthly body behind.
Thousands of years later, a Dragon Turtle Sage emerged, possessing immeasurable mystical powers, who acquired the transformed body of the creature. After a millennium of refinement, it became the Huntian Hall.
Legend has it that this Hall could transform the Six Directions, causing creatures to be infatuated with it, gradually capturing their souls, making it extremely malicious.
...
Zhang Shun looked at the divine artifact before him, as well as the cultivation technique, and laughed heartily towards the sky.
At this moment, there were many people like Zhang Shun in the Divine Continent.
Some had found cultivation techniques, others had discovered divine pills of legend.
There were also those who discovered the legacies of mythological figures.
In short, various cultivation techniques and Vein Skills began to appear throughout the Divine Continent.
The topic of the resurgence of myths instantly enveloped the entire world.
The Divine Continent entered the most chaotic era of cultivation.
Xu Zimei watched all this from a divine perspective.
He had laid the foundation for the era’s development, and as for how it would evolve later,
He could not interfere; as long as no one destroyed the rules of the Divine Continent, he would let things take their course.
With the resurgence of spiritual energy, all creatures of the world began their cultivation.
The overall strength of the entire world underwent a qualitative change.
And as the True Fate of the Divine Continent, Xu Zimei naturally benefited the most.
His True Fate was different from others.
The stronger the world, the stronger his own power would become; True Fate did not require cultivation.
But this was even more challenging than cultivation.
After the era of cultivation stabilized and talented disciples rose like mushrooms after the rain, gradually making their mark,
Xu Zimei would have to prepare for Destiny.
However, the era of Destiny was still far off, and he had much more to prepare.
There was no need to rush now.
...
At this moment, Xu Zimei was sitting cross-legged on the back of Chaos.
Waves of Creation Force were refining his body.
His physical form could traverse the void and face catastrophes head-on.
