When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.

Reborn as the Heavenly Dao, developing the world, plundering the heavens, using the heaven and earth as chessboards, and all living beings as chess pieces, laying out the eternal plan!

This is the story of the Heavenly Dao of one world, growing step by step into the strongest Heavenly Dao of the heavens!

(Warning, if you want to see the human race dominate, be careful! This book has all kinds of races! In addition, if you don’t like the first world, you can skip it, it will not affect your reading!)

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.