Ultimate True Lord

During the seventh year of the Shenzong reign, the empire was in a state of decline. Jiang Ming, bearing the [Primal Furnace] which had the ability to enhance and merge, found himself in a perilous world. Within the imperial court, the emperor indulged in revelry both day and night, surrounded by beauty. The Buddhist sect offered an exquisitely beautiful concubine to gain favor, while the Demonic Sect showcased the Twelve Heavenly Demons Dance to enchant hearts. In this tumultuous environment, human life was regarded as insignificant. The Treasure Bottle Sect's rebellion ended in failure, resulting in defeated soldiers and refugees roaming the land. Seizing the moment, the Holy Embryo Sect rose to power, using incense to deceive the populace and wreak havoc across states and counties. Martial arts, genuine skills, and physical prowess—one only had to glance around to see chaotic battlefields, with celestial dragons dancing wildly and martial saints throwing elephants. Strange bacteria, celestial worms, and demonic disasters—legends say that immortals and Buddhas can, with a simple gesture, ignite mountains, boil oceans, and shake continents. Confronted with such a harsh reality, where the strong thrived by exploiting the weak, he had no choice but to depend on the [Primal Furnace] to continuously strengthen himself, merging repeatedly. Day and night, he did not allow himself to rest. "The Primal Furnace opens, making it easier to break through cultivation technique bottlenecks!" "The Primal Furnace opens, significantly speeding up cultivation!" "The Primal Furnace opens..." Before he realized it, the foundation-strengthening and vital energy-nourishing Wooden Robe Technique had evolved into the Undying Glazed Scripture, which could withstand meteorites and was immune to all forms of magic! The Technique for breathing and health preservation had abruptly transformed into the Primal True Explanation, enabling one to live as long as heaven and earth and shine as brightly as the sun and moon! Jiang Ming turned back once more. He gazed around in confusion, a wave of loneliness enveloping him. Under heaven, no one remained to challenge him. In this expansive world, millions had perished, blood tainted the mountains and rivers, and only one man walked alone...