When the first wisp of spiritual qi seeped from deep within the earth, Li Changsheng stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building, gazing at the stars flickering amid the city neon.
He heard a whisper from the depths of chaos, like the sigh of the river of fate just before it collapsed.
Earth’s spiritual qi revival was only the beginning, and he was the first to see the cracks. The Simulation System awakened in his mind, like a blade capable of tearing through the rules and pushing the boundaries of martial arts to their limits again and again. Three attribute points a day were a stairway to transcendence, but also an abyss of spiritual strain and tangled karma.
Starting from the Organ Refining Realm, he transmigrated across the myriad worlds: fighting beings above the Sequences in a mysterious world, defying the mandate of heaven in an immortal cultivation world, and struggling to survive in the Lord God’s space… Every journey was a clash of civilizations and a burning of the soul.
Yet power never came free. Spiritual strain made him see himself shattering into points of light in his dreams, while tangled karma drew the hostile attention of mighty beings from across the myriad worlds. He once reversed a hidden realm to save one person, only to throw the laws of an entire world into disarray. He also ventured into chaos to glimpse the true meaning of the laws, nearly losing himself in its endless nothingness.
He founded a martial arts system, swept through myriad worlds, and climbed step by step until he stood beyond chaos and forged a Dao Fruit.
But when all fell silent and he stood alone at the summit, was the severed river of fate still flowing with choices yet unwritten?
