Only when the bronze mirror lit up in my sea of consciousness did I realize that fate had long prepared a storm that would defy Heaven and change my destiny.
On the Profound Spirit Continent, martial arts and immortal techniques intertwined. The strong were as numerous as clouds, while the weak were like grass. I was once the lowest blade in that grass, trampled underfoot by a man in black, my dignity crushed into the dirt. But who could have imagined that a mysterious glimmer would quietly awaken? The Myriad Worlds Martial Scripture Divine Appraisal System was hidden deep within my sea of consciousness, waiting to break free of its seal.
