His father was a Spirit-Summoning-level powerhouse, yet mysteriously died overnight, leaving behind only a phantom beast egg covered in ancient patterns.
On the night he turned eight, Chen Mo quietly awakened in the dead of night, unknown to anyone.
Four years later, the shell burst apart, and a little silver-clawed beast emerged. The whole crowd burst into laughter: A servant-level rat, and you think it deserves to be a phantom beast?
Chen Mo said nothing. Only he knew what was hidden within this phantom beast's body.
From the slums to the pinnacle of Huaxia, from the weakest phantom beast to a legend who shattered the void. Some relied on their family backgrounds, others on resources. Chen Mo relied on the little creature in his arms, the one the whole world looked down upon, and a promise engraved in his bones.
When the beast tide came crashing down and the void descended, everyone retreated.
Only he charged upstream.
