Zhang Shifeng woke up in a daze after a heartbreak. His worldview collapsed, then a new one took shape.
This world was called Blue Star. More than a hundred years ago, spiritual qi revived and secret realms appeared. The people of Blue Star learned to cultivate.
Becoming a cultivator meant flying through the skies and burrowing underground, roaming freely. It was exhilarating.
But deep down, Zhang Shifeng felt a vague unease, an overwhelming unease.
