Passionate, scheming, humorous, invincible, a sly fox, utterly unscrupulous, and ruthless.
The world he once knew was suddenly struck by disaster. In the upheaval that swept across the entire world, Dongfang Qingxuan leaped into a spatial rift.
When he woke, an old man took a liking to him and insisted on taking him as his junior fellow disciple.
Three years passed just like that. His cheap senior brother passed away, and the small sect Dongfang Qingxuan belonged to found itself facing a crisis.
“A tiny Tianming Sect is nothing worth mentioning!”
Facing the fearsome enemy bearing down on them, Dongfang Qingxuan boldly proclaimed.
“Martial Uncle, what is your cultivation realm?”
“The Life Soil Realm!”
Those words left the higher-ups of the Xixia Sect speechless. Some even wondered if there was something wrong with his head.
His cultivation was weak, yet he made such outrageous boasts, thinking he could cross an insurmountable divide. He was clearly insane, with no sense of what true power meant.
But Dongfang Qingxuan could not be bothered to explain or say another word.
People in different positions naturally see different scenery.
For ordinary cultivators, defying the odds to slay an immortal and crossing an insurmountable divide was pure fantasy. But for Dongfang Qingxuan, it was not impossible.
He had once heard of a cultivator wielding a sacred weapon who crossed an insurmountable divide and chased a cultivator a whole major realm above him all over the place.
He had also seen a cultivator rely on his formidable physique to defy the odds and slay an immortal, blowing apart in midair an opponent a whole major realm above him, then going berserk as he bathed in his blood.
These were living examples of the weak overcoming the strong, and they had made it a reality!
