"Zhu Jiuyou?"
Chen Mo felt his heart skip a beat.
He wasn't hearing this name for the first time.
The Daoist Venerable had once told him that during the Ancient Times, Jiu Zhou was not governed by the Human Race, but was overshadowed by a certain existence—the earth was its bed, and the sun and moon its companions; no one dared to challenge its authority.
This existence was Zhu Jiuyou.
Back then, demons ran rampant, and the people lived in misery, surviving only in the cracks of the world.
Until the shackles of heaven and earth were loosened, the Human Race gained the ability to breathe in Primordial Qi, gradually mastering the cultivation method.
Buddhism, Daoism, Demon, Martial... factions proliferated, countless Heavenly Prides emerged like bamboo shoots after rain, and Jiu Zhou entered a golden age.
