I was once the forbidden Archmage of the Age of Magic. I wielded the rules and brought an era to its end. A wisp of my divine soul survived, and I was reborn in the current cultivation age as Su Chen, a menial disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect whom anyone could bully.
People in this age cultivate immortality and practice qi, yet they are woefully ignorant. They cheer at the so-called “spiritual qi tide,” unaware that it is a deadly storm that will annihilate everything. In my eyes, the sect’s protective formation has barely any “durability” left. In three days, this place will be reduced to ashes.
I can see the “health bars” of the rules governing all things: the weaknesses of enemies, the flaws in cultivation techniques, even a sect’s fortune. They see me as a lowly good-for-nothing, unaware that I can cast forbidden spells with a snap of my fingers and reshape the Heavenly Dao of this world.
When disaster strikes and the entire sect falls into despair, I, the good-for-nothing in their eyes, will hold back the storm of destruction with one hand. I’ll show this age what true power is.
Yet I gradually discover that this cultivation age itself is a colossal prison. The so-called ascension may be a sacrifice orchestrated by the “Sacred Clan” behind the scenes. The ancient sages slumbering in forbidden zones of life turn their doubtful gazes on me. “The aura about you… it doesn’t belong to this age!”
The Archmage who once brought an era to its end wields forbidden spells once more in this age. I must do more than fight natural disasters: I must uncover the scheme laid down by the hidden hand behind countless ages. This time, I’ll use forbidden spells as my pen and write a new ending for this cultivation age on the verge of destruction.
