Wang Dong awoke in a daze, feeling a sharp pain. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned. Before him lay nothing but chaos, and he had no idea where he was.
Before he could make sense of the situation, everything went dark, and he lost consciousness. Then, an overwhelming surge of information flooded his mind, causing him unbearable agony as if he might tear himself apart.
It seemed that a millennium, or perhaps ten thousand years, or even countless eons had passed. In the formless chaos, time was impossible to measure. Here, space and time were tangled, unperceived, and meaningless.
Dazed, Wang Dong stirred once more.
He took stock of his body and let out a helpless sigh. A flicker of fear, resignation, and a strange sense of triumph passed through his eyes—a complex expression beyond words.
Born under the red banner, nurtured by the warmth of socialism, rooted in the fertile soil of great China, Wang Dong had always been a devout materialist at his core.
Though he often indulged in reading web novels, imagining himself as the protagonist, surrounded by lolis, beautiful women, and perhaps even a few seductive older women chasing after him, he never thought he'd actually become the main character of such a fantastical tale. And yet, here he was, transported not just to another world, but to the chaos before the beginning of time itself.
In reality, Wang Dong's life had been rather decent. While he wasn't living in luxury, with golden cars and beautiful women, he still had a simple but comfortable life with his share of vegetables, tofu, and fresh radishes.
But suddenly, he found himself in a precarious position, maybe just barely a small office worker, or perhaps a bit less. It seemed like the perfect moment to experience the finer things in life, and on a whim, he decided to take a seaside picnic.
Ah, who could have expected that as soon as Wang Dong reached the shore, a red light flashed with lightning speed and, "whoosh," it entered his body.
Then, in an instant, the winds roared, the clouds churned, thunder boomed, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder struck down mercilessly, reducing Wang Dong to a charred mess before he lost consciousness again, only to awaken in the vast chaos.
Wang Dong "consulted" the immense information now occupying his mind and began to piece together the cause and effect.
That red light, it turned out, was a drop of Pangu's sacred blood, left behind from the time of the Great Desolation. After countless years, it had developed a flicker of intelligence. It was about to emerge into the world, but sensing the inevitable calamity, it sought out a suitable vessel and unexpectedly chose Wang Dong.
This drop of sacred blood was no ordinary anomaly. Had it been allowed to dissolve into the world, it would have been no matter. But now, it sought to manifest, and how could the Heavenly Dao tolerate this? Thus, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder was unleashed, intent on turning it to ash.
However, due to the thinning spiritual energy on Earth and the unstable space, a rift in time and space was unexpectedly torn open, and through the mysterious connection, the sacred blood managed to protect Wang Dong's soul, returning him to the Chaos.
Wang Dong was not one to wallow in self-pity. From being an orphan who fought his way up to become a white-collar worker, with no connections to rely on, he had experienced much hardship and mockery along the way. The winds and storms of his journey had hardened his resolve, and his heart was as strong as iron.
Moreover, as an orphan, he had few ties. Compared to the extraordinary fate of becoming an immortal or a god, living forever—what were those fleeting ties in the real world? They were nothing.
What truly pained Wang Dong was that the drop of sacred blood had fused entirely with his soul. As they passed through the time-space rift, something unusual occurred, turning the blood from deep red to a purple-gold hue, mixed with fragments of time and space. He wasn't sure whether he would ever be able to cultivate the Dao.
Thinking of the ancient ancestors who couldn't cultivate the Dao, unable to understand the Heavenly Order, and ultimately turning to dust, Wang Dong felt a shiver of dread.
"No, after all the trouble of crossing over, I must give it a try," Wang Dong gritted his teeth.
As the saying goes, only with pressure can there be progress. Thinking of the possibility of death and dissolution, Wang Dong could no longer sit idly by. He had come so far, so how could he be willing to simply turn to dust?
Wang Dong, driven by the overwhelming information flooding his mind, assumed a five-heart position and began absorbing the spiritual energy of the Chaos.
Unconsciously, Wang Dong entered a profound state—so abstract, so enigmatic, that it was beyond description. He drew in the spiritual energy of Chaos, bit by bit.
Unaware of how many years had passed—perhaps a thousand, perhaps ten thousand, perhaps countless millennia—Wang Dong's primordial spirit grew from the size of a fist to a hundred meters, then to a thousand, and eventually to ten thousand meters before suddenly halting. Wang Dong slowly awoke.
At that moment, Wang Dong finally understood why so many throughout history had abandoned their families, retreated to the mountains and rivers, sitting in solitude to contemplate the Dao. They were drawn to the extraordinary sensations experienced during cultivation. Their entire being felt bathed in a cool, soothing liquid, seeping layer by layer within, from body to soul, leaving them with an immense sense of comfort and an overwhelming sensation of life constantly elevating. The mysteries of the heavens and earth flashed in their minds, truths that had once eluded them gradually becoming clear. This feeling was indescribable—far more intoxicating than even the strongest drugs.
Wang Dong regained his senses and examined his cultivation level. He realized that, without even knowing how, he had attained the level of a Golden Immortal.
At this point, Wang Dong had already stepped onto the path of cultivation. He understood that cultivation was generally divided into several realms:
Celestial Immortal: The five energies of the chest converge, manifesting Essence, Qi, and Spirit into Three Flowers.Mysterious Immortal: One flower of the Three Flowers blooms.Golden Immortal: Two flowers of the Three Flowers bloom, reaching the ultimate in postnatal cultivation— the highest limit of what can be achieved by technique.Great Luo Golden Immortal: Three flowers bloom together, reversing the primordial, gathering the fruits of the Dao, with supernatural powers manifesting, revealing various mysterious phenomena.Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal, Sage (A Sage is a Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal, but not all are sages): The primordial spirit resides in the void, transcending the river of fate, undying and unchanging. A Sage can borrow the Heavenly Dao's will and power, performing boundless miracles.
Though Wang Dong had attained the level of a Golden Immortal, a far cry from the realm of a Sage, he knew that, in the future, during the Battle of Gods, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect would become legends. Thus, the Golden Immortal realm was indeed a remarkable achievement.
The path of cultivation was fraught with danger, as one's fate intertwined with karma and tribulations. In the process, internal and external demons could emerge, and a single misstep could lead to death.
Cultivation is a process of defying the heavens, but not in opposition to the Heavenly Dao itself or its will. Such individuals either perish or become ordinary mortals, shouting senselessly.
What is meant by "defying the heavens" in cultivation is to go against the evolution of the world, gathering spiritual energy, cultivating the primordial essence, and then the Chaos. This is why, in the early days of the Great Desolation, many great beings emerged, born from the Chaos and the primordial spirit. They only needed to raise their cultivation level to attain the status of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Of course, attaining this step was a rare feat, achievable by only one in a million.
The reason Wang Dong was able to reach the Golden Immortal realm so easily was due to an extraordinary chance— the Heavenly Dao in the Chaos had not yet manifested, and there was no established karma. As long as he avoided attracting the energy and thunder of the Chaos, there would be no great calamities. Wang Dong had truly seized a rare opportunity.
In this moment, Wang Dong found himself dazed, unable to comprehend his good fortune. His heart swelled with quiet pride. "I'm a Chaos-born primordial spirit now. If I'm careful, I might become a great being in the future... Ah, being handsome is just a curse," he mused, pretending to be troubled, though he had long since forgotten about the "handsome" issue, especially since his form hadn't even fully manifested yet.
Having attained the Golden Immortal status, Wang Dong was now more determined than ever to cultivate, realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He needed to hurry and refine his body, for once the world was divided, fate and karma would take their toll, and that perfect cultivation environment would be gone.
As an experienced reader of web novels, Wang Dong knew well that, in the end, power speaks the loudest. Only with strength could one carve out a place for oneself in the Great Desolation and seize the opportunity to attain immortality.
In a world where strength reigns, Wang Dong submerged himself once again in cultivation.
The Chaos, vast and boundless, was filled with dangerous spatial rifts and violent forces. Even a Great
Luo Golden Immortal could easily be reduced to dust here, their body and soul scattered in an instant.
In such a perilous environment, where life and death were ever-present, Wang Dong immersed himself fully in his cultivation, step by step, unraveling the mysteries carried by Pangu's sacred blood.
The sacred blood did not carry any cultivation techniques but was more valuable than any method. Inside, there was a broken Dao resonance, containing the ultimate truths of the heavens. Cultivation was about understanding the Dao, perceiving the natural order, and embracing the laws of the universe.
Through this process, Wang Dong began to ascend his soul, his life transforming, walking the Dao of the heavens. He understood that only by following the laws of the universe could one achieve eternity.
Wang Dong soon realized that the cultivation path he would follow was to pursue the immortal body, to refine his will and align it with the cosmic laws. He would carve his own path, no matter how difficult, for there was no other choice.