Deus Ilusório dos Mil Mundos
Ele era originalmente o deus sombrio que governava o tempo e o espaço; ela, a deusa da espada dos infinitos mundos de Yuan Kong. Por um capricho do destino, encontraram-se, conheceram-se e apaixonaram
“Suppose one were to defy this path—what then?” The Underworld Deity Xuan earnestly asked the clock space before him.
The space ahead was deep, dark, and shadowed in azure. Invisible clocks extended infinitely, unfolding without end.
Upon the clocks twisted, diverse patterns glowed with streams of light. In response to their possessor’s doubt, they answered with a mournful, desolate tone:
“Forget all, seek the fruit of the unknown, and fall into the cycle of reincarnation!”
Xuan had never felt such heaviness. As the Underworld Deity, he was not meant to interfere with the mortal realm’s cycle of life and death. Yet, his heart had stirred. In a fractured moment of time, he encountered the love of his life.
He had never experienced such emotions before—like the blossoming dream cherry blossoms that tugged at his heartstrings.
Until that moment—the crossing to the other shore!
The Land of the Departed was always filled with wandering souls drifting toward the next crossing.
At this very place, a woman clad in garments of blue and orange stood at the ferry’s edge, gazing at the withering, illusory horizon.
Her name was Meng Yao, the foremost cultivator of the Origin Void World, the ethereal Sword God. When Xuan met her amid the chaotic time rifts, she lingered in his mind like an unshakable shadow.
Beside her stood a man named Xuan, draped in a ghostly black robe.
Xuan was the Underworld Deity, master of the myriad realms’ cycle of life and death.
“Is this the Land of the Departed? It’s amazing that such