Chronicles of the Immortal Realm
This world and the next, the great Dao is eternal! The ancient massacre has begun anew, and the cycle of reincarnation turns once more. A mortal emperor, relying on a fateful immortal stone, ascends to the realm of immortals—leaping from the shallows into the vast ocean, soaring like a dragon across the heavens. Starting as the humblest of lower immortals, he endures countless trials of blood and fire, vowing to become a true powerhouse in this boundless immortal domain. Yet on the path to strength, light and darkness intertwine. Geniuses abound, intrigue and treachery are ever-present, and desires reach higher than the sky itself. When lofty ambitions shatter and wings destined to challenge the heavens are broken, only by first breaking can one rise again and counterattack from despair. And it is his return that heralds the beginning of the ultimate, long-hidden secret of the immortal realm!
Chronicles of the Immortal Realm
Chapter One: The Immortal Domain
“Could immortals truly exist in this world?”
The fierce wind howled, but the roar of the air around him was no longer as violent as it had been moments ago. Now, a man dressed in a dragon robe, appearing to be around forty or fifty, stood upon the clouds. Beneath his feet, the layers of clouds seemed to be descending, while the entire sky above appeared to draw closer to him.
Indeed, this man was undergoing “ascension.”
Yet he was, in every way, a mortal. He wore the imperial robe of a sovereign, once ruling a vast land, beloved by millions. But now, compelled by a strange stone, he was to bid farewell to his earthly throne and journey to a celestial realm teeming with the unknown.
Beneath his feet was a pitch-black stone slab, about the size of a washbasin. The stone, ancient and unadorned, resembled basalt in its natural form. But its connection with the man ran far deeper than mere coincidence.
At his birth, a meteor fell from the sky in an event the world called “A Celestial Descendant.” The northern heavens were ablaze with gold and silver light, so dazzling it was impossible to open one’s eyes, yet the radiance was benign. Instead, mortals on the ground heard ethereal music, as though from the immortal realms, stirring their hearts to dance, as if they might themselves ascend and become immortals. It was an indescribable, utterly marvelous scene.
Because of this “Celestial Descendant,” the emperor—this man’s father—immediately led his troops to the site where the meteor had fallen. Alas, the
