An ant's body hides an ancient legacy, while deadly underworld energy surges beneath a servant's robe.
Clutching the bloodstained Yellow Springs Sutra, Chu Feng tears through countless prodigies at the sect tournament, shaking the entire cultivation world. No one knows that this servant, mocked as "trash," has a sea of consciousness concealing one hundred thousand bronze steles.
"You say fate cannot be defied?"
Chu Feng grins. "I cultivate the Yellow Springs Dao. I specialize in burying those chosen by fate."
