“Mo’er, go down the mountain. Tempering your heart in the mortal world will greatly help you survive the tribulation.”
“Yes, Master.”
The Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm bestowed elemental inheritances.
The most controversial one was the Myriad Spirits Inheritance.
Some said it was useless.
After all, the path of cultivation required surviving nine lightning tribulations, yet not one of its inheritors throughout history had escaped unscathed.
Others said it was the strongest.
Because it represented the will of the Heavenly Dao.
As the ninth inheritor, Han Mo was looked down on by the other inheritors from childhood.
But he never cared.
The rebellious Han Mo simply refused to believe in fate and was determined to change his ending.
From a young age, he understood that all of this was merely a game played by the great figures of the Immortal Realm.
Han Mo entered the sights of the Immortal Realm’s powerful figures with the streetwise air of a commoner.
“General Li, I’ve always thought General Wang was no match for you. He’s nothing.”
“General Wang, I’ve always thought General Li was no match for you. He’s worth nothing.”
As a seasoned nobody,
he wins the hearts of beautiful women in the bustling mortal world with a silver tongue, and keeps himself alive in deadly situations in the Immortal Realm.
