This whole cosmic drama started with a bang – billions upon billions of realms just kinda... folded in on themselves. You know what happens when universes collide like that? Big stuff, obviously. The kind of big that shakes the foundations of everything.
And speaking of shaking foundations, the Great Cultivation World was hit extra hard by this cataclysm. It’s been millions of years strong, you feel me? Like a mountain carved from the same stuff as creation itself. Millennia shaking off dust, right? But nope. One cosmic hiccup, and centuries of history went up in... well, whatever smoke signal represents the end of an era for these guys.
Suddenly, it's all chaos down in the Wilderness – this huge expanse where reality kinda frays at the edges. Avalon, naturally, becomes *the* last safe spot, the beacon for cultivators trying to make sense of things. It’s their final stand against... well, whatever comes next now that the old order is gone.
Fast forward a thousand years (seriously feels like a lifetime in this world), and you meet our hero. He's got dirt under his fingernails, but not just any dirt. There's something special about him – raw power, maybe even beast-like strength they'd normally only associate with... you know, actual beasts. A lowly youth from the Old Territory who scraped through life as a laborer for three years before proving everyone wrong and getting into Avalon proper.
He’s driven by a hunger that goes beyond just wanting more power. It's about taking back control of his existence after being pushed down so far. He climbs because *he* chooses, not because some cosmic force dictates it. And boy, does he cause ripples along the way? Absolutely massive ones. This isn't just another story; this is gonna be monumental.