The Divine Martial Warrior

That day,

he used the supreme treasure, the Ten Thousand Refined Cauldron, to blast open the Heavenly Road, sealed for ten million years.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, he strapped a Divine Martial saber to his back, cradled the supreme weapon of slaughter he called a sniper rifle, and strode fearlessly into the unknown Heavenly Road.

No one knew where he came from. People only knew that he often said he was merely a passerby in this world.

Yet his experiences became an everlasting legend on the Diancang Continent.

The world knew only that he was a Divine Martial cultivator, lofty and untouchable.

They did not know that his heart belonged elsewhere.

The world knew he had blasted open the Heavenly Road, cutting a dashing figure.

They did not know he was only searching for a way home.

That day, an old villager knocked his tobacco pipe against his hand and wistfully stroked the chest beside him.

Inside was the supreme weapon of slaughter that everyone on the Diancang Continent longed to wield: the weapon known as the sniper.

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