Origin of All Heavens

Ten thousand years ago, a nameless wanderer sat beneath a dead tree and exhaled — and that breath became qi. His footsteps carved the first ley lines. His dreams became the first cultivation realms. He built everything, by accident, and then fell asleep. The gods found him, feared what he represented, and tried to erase him from existence. They failed. But the attempt left a scar: he woke up as Chen Wuji, Administrative Elder of the modest Azure Mist Sect, age apparent twenty, no memory of before. He manages herb inventory. He enrolls outer disciples. He is privately mocked as the weakest Elder in sect history. What no one knows — including Chen Wuji himself — is that every cultivation technique ever practiced traces back to him. Every spiritual law the gods enforce was written by his dreaming mind. And the seal on his memory is cracking. The gods are coming. His children — scattered across the world as legendary figures who don't know who their father is — are converging. And Chen Wuji is trying to finish the quarterly herb report before the end of the month.