The Great Dao is incomplete, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is scarce. This is an age in which no one can become an immortal. Countless people destroy their own selves and bury their bodies, hoping to attain the Dao through one cycle of reincarnation after another...
I struggled to live through eight lifetimes. In each one, I was a heaven-blessed genius who crushed every foe, yet I still couldn’t take the final step. Just as I prepared to destroy my eighth self and live out a ninth life, I unexpectedly suffered a grave injury to my origin and could no longer cultivate...
Heavens! What is this supposed to be? They say nine returns to one. Did I cultivate for eight lifetimes just to become a joke?
