From the Start, I Was Deep in Debt, So I Summoned the Desolate Heavenly Emperor

Agonizing pain!

Pain so intense it pierced to the bone and heart, as if every inch of his meridians had been crushed, then thrown into a blazing fire.

Jun Moxiao sprang up from the cold, hard bed, only to collapse back onto it under the soul-rending agony. He gasped for breath. The air he drew into his lungs was cold, thick with the stench of mold and dust. Before his eyes was a dilapidated roof webbed with cobwebs, through which a cold wind kept pouring in.

Unfamiliar memories surged like a raging flood bursting through a dam, brutally sweeping away everything he had known.

The cultivation world... Yunzhou... the surviving lineage of the **Heavenly Dao Alliance**... once a young prodigy... upheaval within the alliance... his parents had vanished... he had been ambushed... his spiritual meridians shattered... driven to this desolate **Heavenly Dao Peak** to cling to life...