Prologue

The boundless sky was ablaze with a crimson hue, casting a sinister glow across the three thousand realms. The air was thick with the sound of agonized screams, as if the very fabric of heaven and earth was being ripped apart.

On the ground, countless creatures knelt in terror, their eyes wide with fear as they gazed up at the sky. Even the most powerful and prideful individuals from ancient eras, who had been slumbering, were awakened by the ominous drums of revolution.

"It has begun..." whispered a voice, filled with dread.

In a world where chaotic energies swirled in endless darkness, an old man opened his eyes. He lifted his head and peered into the void, his gaze piercing across the three thousand realms and reaching the core of the crimson hue.

Deep inside the hue, a deformed face appeared, its eyes filled with boiling anger that stretched across infinite dimensions. It was a face of pure evil, twisted and contorted with malice.

"...The era of suppression has begun," murmured the old man, his voice filled with seriousness.

As he spoke, the deformed face grew larger, covering the entire divine realm. Every creature trembled in fear under its gaze.

With a deafening roar, the heavens and the lower worlds shook violently. The three thousand realms and various hidden spaces were severely affected, and countless lower beings perished in the tumult.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions echoed throughout the universe, as if every corner of existence was being destroyed.

"The river of reincarnation is destroyed. Reincarnation is no longer possible. From now on, no mighty being can reincarnate unless the heavens will it."

"The path of cultivation is severed. Future generations born after the suppression can no longer tread the martial path."

"This is the worst era to live in."

"The era of darkness and despair."

"The Suppression Era."