“What price must a mortal pay to glimpse the heavens?”
Li Jin, the blacksmith’s son from Hantie Town, clutched his burning right eye. Beneath the dried blood, a dark golden vertical pupil shimmered with ancient dragon patterns.
When he used ten years of his life to see through the weakness of Yunlan Sect’s chief disciple, the bronze sword spirit Chixiao let out a bloodthirsty hum. This vicious weapon, sealed with the baleful aura of the battlefield, was determined to drink the blood of those so-called righteous prodigies.
A mere Qi Refining ant dares to wield the Eye of Burning Heaven?
Every crack creeping up his spine screamed the same warning: either shatter the Tribulation Transcendence realm before turning thirty, or be consumed by its backlash and reduced to ashes.
When the hypocritical sect finally unveiled its world-spanning conspiracy, Li Jin ran a hand along the sword’s spine and sneered. “My bloodline is depleted? Then I’ll grow stronger through battle!”
See how a crippled cultivator tramples the bones of prodigies and burns deceitful lies, along with the nine tiers of heaven, into dragon’s breath that lights up the eternal night.
