The day the entire Qingyun Sect transmigrated to another world, Lin Feng was sneaking a peek at forbidden books in the Scripture Pavilion.
The sect-protecting formation shattered like colored glass, and the sect leader turned into a cloud of blood before their eyes.
His master shielded Lin Feng with his own body, only to have half of it torn apart by a spatial rift.
When Lin Feng struggled to his feet amid the corpses, he discovered that the spiritual energy of this world was actually flowing into his body of its own accord.
“Wretch! You dare practice demonic arts in secret?” The eldest senior sister pressed her sword to his throat.
Lin Feng raised his right arm, which could devour the stars, and gave a wry smile.
“Senior Sister, would you believe me if I said it was a passive skill?”
