Sleeping for one hundred thousand years, waking up to find cultivation only at the Divine Sea realm. The Abyss clan thought he was thoroughly dead, and the sect laughed at him as trash. Nobody knew that he was the Heaven-Suppressing Martial Emperor, Chu Tiange, who sealed the abyss with a single sword one hundred thousand years ago. Enemies provoke? Slapped flying with a single palm. Traitors harm? Exposed on the spot. The Abyss Lord is born? The old rule, seal it once more. I am a person who speaks of reason. But today, I will not. Collect all nine split monuments, and with ten people standing side by side, ascend to the peak once again. This time, he is not carrying it alone; if the sky falls, he will hold it up.