As the yellowed ancient book Records of the Great Wilderness devoured the library's fluorescent lights, Lin Yan's fingers were still resting on the annotation, "Temper the body as if forging it; refine essence into qi." A wave of scorching heat, accompanied by roars of beasts, swept over him. Before his eyes lay another world of flowing lava and rampaging monsters.
Here, the strong wield their flesh and blood as blades and draw upon their vital energy. But the most absurd golden finger he received was the ability to build an orphanage deep in the Great Wilderness. With every homeless child he took in, his bones and muscles were tempered, and the qi sea sleeping in his dantian surged to life.
But in this merciless world where the strong prey on the weak, taking in orphans was tantamount to declaring war on the entire Great Wilderness. As the children gripped the wooden swords he had given them, Lin Yan rubbed the bronze lock plate on his chest and smiled beneath the blood-red setting sun. "From today on, this is your home, and the strongest fortress in the Great Wilderness."
