The golden age has arrived. The prodigies of countless races rise together, while all I want is to rebuild the backbone of this shattered world.
Lin Xuan transmigrates to a fantasy world where the laws are incomplete, becoming the last heir of the Tai Xuan Sect and bearing a congenital Dao Body.
In this world, the ominous continent hangs overhead like a sickle, harvesting the myriad races like livestock; Dao Venerables lie asleep in ruins like tombs, clinging to life like ghosts.
On the ancient road west, the talent rankings shine brilliantly, and even a mortal-bodied Empress's bellyband is a reward. In the Imperial Tomb, the whispers of the Primordial clans reveal the truth behind the cycle of civilizations.
As for him, with the Ninefold Chaos Purple Tower in his left hand and the unyielding fire of humanity in his right, in this chaotic era he will:
Found the Great Qian, mend the laws, battle the ominous, and suppress the Dao Venerables.
When three thousand fate stars blaze across the heavens, he turns and smiles:
"Who says a mortal body can't become an emperor? Who says a transmigrator can't bring peace to all the ages?"
