A boy grows up without even realizing it. He is no longer the child who once needed protection and hid behind the two of us.
Whoever dares come closer, dies.
The boy holds a sword in one hand. His white clothes have long since been soaked crimson with blood. He shouts loudly, yet no one dares take even half a step forward.
I have a master who loves to screw his disciples over, and a younger sister who can boss her big brother around.
Mo Bai: “Teacher, you can’t treat your disciple like this!”
For some unknown reason, Mo Bai accidentally transmigrates to another world, where demons, immortals, gods, devils, humans, and monsters live together in harmony. Here, Mo Bai levels up and grows stronger, eventually becoming the strongest of them all.
No, no, that’s far too cliched. There’s much more to this story than that.
Mo Bai’s journey should be broader, longer, and far more exciting.
There are countless paths to the Great Dao, and I can carve out my own.
