In a world where cultivation techniques decide life and death, he insists on reaching the Heavenly Gate with nothing but an ordinary body.
When the seven great sects crush the weak with Heaven-tier techniques, Lin Ruifeng tears open his ragged shirt, revealing a back covered in dried blood. His Formless Movement Technique mimics a Profound-tier killing move in an instant, at the cost of blood rising in his throat.
The long blade of Su Poyun, commander of the secret guards, rests against his throat. “Three seconds in a false realm. How many more times can you hold on?”
The youth wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and gazes at the dome of the Martial Dao Sacred Hall. “Long enough to shatter these nine tiers of heaven.”
