Qin Jiuyuan died twice.
Once, as a modern master of mysticism, he ventured into an ancient Kunlun secret realm and was torn apart by a temporal storm. The second time, as a good-for-nothing outer disciple of Cangwu Mountain, his ribs were crushed beneath someone's foot, and he died a miserable death in a cold, gloomy woodshed.
When he opened his eyes again, the memories of both lives returned, and a dark red jade pendant lay in his palm. The remnant soul inside called him "Jin Yuan" and revealed a secret stretching back thirty thousand years: he had once been a supreme powerhouse who could subdue all the worlds with a single palm. He was ambushed, and the person closest to him took a blade meant for him and had their soul scattered. His enemies were still hunting him.
But Qin Jiuyuan didn't care about ancient grudges. He only remembered the wrongs right in front of him: people had trampled his face, forced him to drink dirty dishwater, and three thousand disciples had called him useless. He would collect every debt with interest!
He cultivated the forbidden "Jin Yuan Myriad Dao Art," cultivating neither spiritual energy nor relying on spiritual roots. Using his body as a furnace, he devoured the origin of all things. Even if the entire world stood against him and the heavens themselves struck back, he would never turn around.
Only the prodigy Su Yelan saw the ambition in his eyes and stayed by his side through life and death, heedless of what others said. She was the very person who had died for him thirty thousand years ago.
His ultimate enemy was the Heavenly Dao, which reaped the myriad worlds. Thirty thousand years ago, he had pressed down the collapsing sky with one palm. Now, returned after thirty thousand years, he would burn the Heavenly Dao itself to ashes!
