One man, one sword, one white robe, cutting through the sky for a hundred thousand miles.
One sword and the heavens collapse. One sword and the Netherworld falls.
Zhan Bai was born into a general’s household, but his stepmother bullied him every day. He never had enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. Worst of all, she actually wanted him dead.
By a twist of fate, he arrived on the Fallen Immortal Continent. Here, Zhan Bai found family, friends, and a home.
One breath breaks ten thousand techniques; two colors give rise to immortal light. This is an unknown path of cultivation, and he must feel his way forward on his own.
