Summoned a Hundred Million Years into the Future, Invincible with Breathing Techniques

[Mutual growth + crushing them with an information advantage + dimensionality reduction.] “What the heck? I just got dumped, and now someone’s summoning me?” To save his fiancée, Chu Yunfei offered up his innate bloodline, leaving his cultivation stuck where it was. In return, he got publicly dumped, his dignity crushed, and became the laughingstock of the entire sect. On the day he was dumped, the ancestral jade pendant on his chest suddenly grew hot. He was summoned. One hundred million years later, at the Canglan Academy’s Prodigy Tournament. Chu Wantang was cornered by the remnant soul of the Han family’s Saint Emperor. With her blood as an offering, she respectfully summoned the Chu family’s ancestor. Under everyone’s watchful eyes... The one who arrived was no peerless powerhouse from antiquity, but a young man in plain clothes with the ninth level of Qi Refining. The entire arena burst into laughter. That is, until Chu Yunfei raised his hand and drew his sword. A basic, unadorned sword-drawing technique. It shattered the Saint Emperor’s remnant soul, which had endured for a million years, and summoned rosy clouds from the Nine Heavens as countless booms shook the skies. Thousands of prodigies in the arena dropped to their knees on the spot. A basic breathing technique that everyone in his era knew and dismissed had become a supreme, long-lost scripture a billion years later. To Chu Yunfei, a fragmentary and incomplete history of the future was a “map of foresight” filled with opportunities and calamities. She needed his ancient techniques to mend the remnants of the apocalypse. He needed her intelligence to seize ancient opportunities. Two jade pendants, two eras: one held the past, the other knew the future. The useless nobody everyone had trampled underfoot. With his information advantage from a billion years in the future, he seized every opportunity that should have belonged to the “chosen one” before the apocalyptic calamity arrived. You laugh at me for being an ant at the Qi Refining stage? When my sword falls, the ages bow their heads.