The grand spectacle of the Divine Realm, echoing with the Sun God's voice, surged like tumultuous waves, engulfing this desolate world.
The storm, forming at this moment, swept through all the areas of the Divine Realm along with the waves, washing away the starry soils entangled in spider webs, dispersing the dust buried by history.
As a result, in one place, amidst the ruins of stars, an ancient stone stele emerged.
It remained relatively intact, though most of the inscriptions on it had become blurred.
Only the four characters at the bottom could be sensed with divine sense.
Northern Immortal Emperor World.
This was the name of this world that had been forgotten in time.
It might have had its own glory in the past, and in this universe where gods existed, it undoubtedly had its stories with them. Naturally, there were names that propelled this world's ascent.