Three years ago, Luo Gang severed his horns and cut out his scales to protect his wife and daughter. He sealed his Nascent Soul cultivation and became an ordinary man.
Three years later, his daughter was suspended from a fifteen-meter steel frame. The kidnappers demanded that he hand over the long-lost cultivation world's Ninefold Revolution Heaven Mystery Art.
“You shouldn't have touched my daughter.”
On a blood-red moonlit night, the dragon tattoo cracked apart, inch by inch. As twelve sword auras burst from the ground, the entire black market knew:
The killer who once severed the East Sea's spiritual vein with a single sword had returned.
The mark of the Heaven Mirror appeared on his five-year-old daughter's wrist, but the babyish words she spoke made the cultivation world tremble:
“Daddy, those bad people... smell like Mommy's blood.”
When a nuclear submarine surfaced in the East Sea, the elders of Dragon Abyss Pavilion came riding the waves with a Dragon-Binding Cord.
When an altar appeared in the deep sea, eight hundred clones called out to him in unison: “Father.”
Luo Gang burned away his last dragon scale and held his daughter, whose pupils gleamed gold, as he sneered:
“Back then, you forced my wife to cut out her heart to forge the mirror. Today, I'll use the souls of three thousand cultivators from Dragon Abyss Pavilion, ”
“To celebrate my daughter's awakening!”
