All living beings are equal, so why are there distinctions between the upper and lower realms? If the Immortal King created the world, why must he destroy it in the end? Why is the vast heavens divided into nine layers? If karma exists, why is there no reincarnation in this world?
One general rises, ten thousand bones lie fallen. Old souls vanish, new souls are born. Ancient bronze emerges, and the winds of change begin to blow.
This is a story about how an ordinary young man rises step by step to shake the Nine Provinces, awe the myriad races, reach the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao, and unite the Nine Heavens.
It's a long story, so let me tell it slowly...
(Not invincible, not formulaic, no harem, not mindless, no System...)
