Lin Xiaofeng was an abandoned baby adopted by an apothecary in Chunfeng Town. At sixteen, he was humiliated at the spirit-root test for having a low-grade spirit root, but he unexpectedly awakened an ancient inheritance hidden in the jade pendant he wore. With the incomplete Spring Breeze Art, he entered the world of cultivation as a good-for-nothing, embarking on an astonishing journey: “Sow a grain in spring, reap calamities across ten thousand worlds in autumn.”
When he received a bloodstained marriage contract from the Demon Sect’s Saintess during a bloody battle in a secret realm, witnessed a mad monk who practiced both Buddhist and demonic arts subdue a dragon in the depths of the East Sea, and saw himself wielding the Immortal-Slaying Sword in a divination that the Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had burned his life to perform, the boy who was always rubbing the tip of his nose with a wry smile finally understood. The jade pendant engraved with “One leaf survives tribulation; all things welcome spring” had long since tied the fate of the Six Realms to his own.
Three thousand years later, as the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation shattered the void, a white-haired immortal lord stood at the end of the river of time and smiled. The drying trays from the apothecary’s medicine shelves had become primordial treasures. His childhood sweetheart of a junior sister turned out to be the reincarnation of an ancient Flower God. Even the old sweeping monk who had scolded him for slacking off in the Sutra Pavilion revealed a sage’s true form when the Heavenly Dao collapsed.
This deadly game, played with the Six Realms as its pieces, reached its finale the moment he plunged his life-bound spirit sword into his own heart. The shattered galaxy fell as spring rain, annihilated laws gathered anew as tender shoots, and that wisp of spring breeze that had crossed the cycle of reincarnation gently lifted the curtain of an apothecary in a small town...
