When the breath of an ordinary woodcutter can stir ripples in the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, who could have imagined that an ordinary-looking piece of firewood would be the thread of fate?
Deep in the forests of the Eastern Victory Divine Continent, Li Changsheng opens his eyes inside the dying body of a skin-tempering cultivator. Heaven and earth press down like an iron curtain, and spiritual energy cuts into his bones like blades. Before he can even get used to his new body, he is already caught up in the blood feud between the Witch Clan and humanity. One swing of his axe does more than split firewood: it cleaves open the gate to transcendence.
In a chaotic age of rampaging remnants of the Demon Clan and scheming sages, Li Changsheng is merely a cultivator with no backing, no spiritual roots, and no resources. He is expelled from his sect and hunted by the Chan Sect, and he can barely master even the most basic breathing techniques. His one advantage is a talent that turns cultivation into everyday activities: walking is cultivation, breathing refines qi, and even eating earns cultivation points. But this path is one the orthodox sects will never accept.
A chance deduction lets him glimpse a simplified method for cultivating the Nine Cycles of Mystical Power. He defies fate at death’s door, using his mortal body to withstand the power of an Ancestral Witch. He establishes the Longevity Pavilion, drawing the attention of Duobao, a disciple of the Jie Sect. At the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea, he receives guidance from Houtu’s remnant soul and embarks on a unique path that combines the Witch, Dao, and Demon traditions. Yet every breakthrough is a challenge to the laws of the Heavenly Dao.
The Three Saints and the disciples below have such low standards.