One Move to Hold Up the Sky

An Age of Great Contests, With Geniuses Rising Everywhere

With the sun and moon in my grasp, I pluck the stars from the sky. None in this world can compare to me. In the end, even a sacred body could not defy fate. There is no eternal immortal left in the world. At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? One look, and the Dao of Wu Shi fades into nothing. There are no gods three feet above our heads. In the three inches of my palm lies the mortal world. Tell me about the fantasy novels you’ve read.