I've Become a Has-Been Martial Arts Legend

I have to clear something up. The fact that I, a martial arts legend, retired for five hundred years doesn't mean I'm old. I wanted to give the next generation of the martial world a chance to become legends themselves.

But you've disappointed me. Five hundred years, and you've achieved nothing. It seems the waters of the martial world run too deep for you to handle.

As for all that talk about me being an outdated relic of the past, and how the world of this new era has no ship big enough to carry me...

Heh heh heh. Who said that? Step forward and take my Great Desolate Prison Heaven Finger!

Three thousand swords swallow the sun, one breath stretches thirty thousand miles. Countless cultivators abound, yet all lower their brows when they see me.

The Myriad Heavens descend. With an invincible bearing, after a thousand generations, I'm still the boss.

This story begins in the first year of the Apocalypse Era, when the martial world changed hands and a junior dug up my grave...

Across the Myriad Heavens, all martial arts compete. Time is a blade that fells the gifted. On the road to immortality, one can only sigh at beauty!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.