Mystic Treasure of Bluewater

In the era before the separation of chaos, when all was still a tumultuous void, this expanse was devoid of life, filled only with raging primordial black holes, devouring the powers of the universe.

Because countless black holes ceaselessly absorbed the energies of the chaotic world, the age of chaos neared its end, hinting at a new chapter. Lighter materials swayed with the wild winds, and as the energy of these winds intensified, the chaotic essence these light materials absorbed grew steadily.

The weak, like hills, were swept away with the gentlest touch and vanished into silence, refusing to yield to their fate. But the strong, like great mountains, stood unshaken by the raging winds, which only strengthened the energy of their essence.

From myriad emotions, thought was born; with thought came the self, and with the self arose the ideal of self-strengthening, drawing in even more chaotic essence.

The Age of Chaos drew to a close, and this world welcomed a brand new era—the Era of Hongmeng.

“What is this accursed place—no sky, no earth, no living soul?” These were the first words spoken by Tian Tong upon awakening.

Tian Tong, a child from the countryside, had spent twenty years adrift in the city, alone and unsupported. Through his own efforts, he had managed some modest achievements in his career.

It was December 21, 2012, at precisely 3:14:35 in the afternoon—the day foretold by the Mayan prophecy, the so-called end of the world.

Tian Tong had never believed in such things, but doubts gnawed at him nonetheless. He rem