Ultimate True Lord

In the seventh year of the Shenzong reign, the dynasty was in decline. Jiang Ming, carrying the [Primal Furnace] with its power to enhance and merge, stumbled into the world, his journey fraught with peril. In the imperial court, the emperor indulged in debauchery day and night, reveling in beauty. The Buddhist sect offered a stunningly beautiful concubine to win favor, while the Demonic Sect presented the Twelve Heavenly Demons' Dance to bewitch hearts. In this chaotic world, human life was cheap. The Treasure Bottle Sect's uprising failed, leaving defeated soldiers and refugees sweeping across the land. The Holy Embryo Sect seized the opportunity to rise, using incense to fool the masses and wreaking havoc on the states and counties. Martial arts, true skills, muscle dominance—a glance around reveals battlefields in chaos, with celestial dragons dancing wildly and martial saints hurling elephants. Strange bacteria, celestial worms, and demonic calamities—legend has it that immortals and Buddhas can, with a mere wave of their hand, burn mountains, boil seas, and shake continents. Faced with this harsh world, where the strong roam freely, exploiting at every turn, he could only rely on the [Primal Furnace] to strengthen himself again and again, merging and merging once more. Day and night, he dared not rest. "The Primal Furnace opens, reducing the difficulty of breaking through bottlenecks in cultivation techniques!" "The Primal Furnace opens, greatly accelerating the speed of cultivation!" "The Primal Furnace opens..." Before he knew it, the foundation-strengthening and vital energy-nourishing *Wooden Robe Technique* had transformed into the *Undying Glazed Scripture*, capable of withstanding meteorites and impervious to all magic! The *Qi-Moving Technique*, for breathing and health preservation, had abruptly evolved into the *Primal True Explanation*, capable of living as long as heaven and earth and shining as brightly as the sun and moon! Jiang Ming turned back again. He looked around blankly, a sense of loneliness washing over him. Under heaven, there was no one left to rival him. In this vast world, millions lay dead, blood stained the mountains and rivers, and only one man walked alone...