The young man with a miserable background continues to become stronger for his original intention, the inheritance of the gods from the different planes, and the only bloodline from the ancients, but he finds that his dream is still out of reach. But he still kept working hard for that faint hope, he stepped on countless planes, crossed the three major empires, and no one could stop him, the enemies of the bloody burial ground feared him, the strong men of the different planes submitted to him, the powerful warriors were loyal to him, even the devils and demons did not want to be his enemy, and the gods trembled. When he finally reached the edge of his dream, he looked back to see that the battlefield burning with fire and blood behind him was long gone, only dragons roaring in victory as they flew around the World Tree that stood above the sky.