Qingyangzi opened his eyes as Dong Potian, a fourteen-year-old hunter with a Chaos Saint Physique, trapped at the fifth level of Qi Refining. All he could remember was the Golden Finger Divine Art, a technique coveted by powerful immortals.
In a mysterious cave, the black sword Junlin pierced his brow and acknowledged him as its master. He comprehended a century’s worth of immortal-world swordsmanship in ten days, wolfed down Blood Spirit Fruits like candy, and broke through three realms in one night, reaching Foundation Establishment.
“Xuantian Sect wants me dead?” He tugged on the ribs of his pursuer and grinned. “Perfect. I was just looking for a whetstone.”
By the time his dragon-kin cousin arrived on her flying sword, sword energy capable of tearing through the void was already gathering at his fingertips.
From hunter to god-slayer, he carved his way through a frenzy of bloodshed. After all, even the Heavenly Dao couldn’t fill the dantian of a Chaos Saint Physique.
