“Ten years ago, Xu Yu’s parents vanished on a stormy night. For ten years, he delivered packages.
Then one day, while crouching at a rubbish dump and eating instant noodles, he saw an old man being hunted by three people in blue robes.
‘Save me… and I’ll give you the truth.’ The old man coughed up blood and collapsed into his arms.
On an inexplicable impulse, Xu Yu hid him in his delivery van. But as he evaded his pursuers, a sudden agony shot through his left eye.
Black qi coiled around the blue-robed pursuers, and the swords in their hands gleamed with a murderous light.
The wound in the old man’s chest wasn’t from a blade. It had been burned through by some kind of golden, mystical art.
Even the asphalt beneath Xu Yu’s feet was splitting into a web of fine cracks, revealing spiritual veins surging underground.
‘The Eye of Truth… So it’s with you.’
The old man died after those words, leaving Xu Yu half of a jade token engraved with ‘Heavenfall.’
From then on, rumors swept through the mystical world.
The deliveryman they had trampled underfoot like an ant could see the spiritual essence in gambling stones, break the Jiuli family’s inherited ‘Heaven Veiling Art,’ and even form a pact with a spiritual serpent that had slept for a thousand years, making it his mount.
At last, standing at the entrance to the ‘Heavenfall Secret Realm,’ he touched his left eye and looked at the powerful figures of the mystical world gathering around him.
‘The lives of my parents and the thousand-year conspiracy of the mystical world: today, we settle it all.’”
