Fantasy began in the era of the emperor

In the Immortal Ancient Era, I once saved a willow tree. She was the ancestor guardian spirit in the eyes of the people.

In the Ancient Chaos Era, I once taught a youth. Later on, he became the Desolate Heaven Emperor.

In the primordial era, I once carried back a little girl with pigtails. The world called her the empress.

In the legends, I was a nameless quasi-immortal emperor who didn’t leave a name behind and was almost forgotten by everyone. I was the first person to stop the darkness.

When darkness arrived, I embarked on a journey alone and crossed the Endless World Sea, leaving behind a line of faint footprints on the dam.

On the Ultimate Ancient Land at the end of the Border Sea, there was a wisp of monarch fire that hadn’t been extinguished. It adorned a skeleton, proving that I had been here.

The period of time I was in was called the era of the fallen emperor.

[PS: The best fantasy novel of the year, the opening is a quasi-immortal emperor.]