Lin Xuan, sect master of Qingyun, the foremost sect in the cultivation world, was only one step away from ascending when the Heavenly Dao ambushed him and scattered his soul. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transmigrated to the continent of Aslant, where magic and battle aura reigned supreme, carrying the sect's most treasured legacy with him.
From the start, all he had was a dilapidated hut. His disciples were all picked up off the street.
The orphan girl dismissed as "talentless" turned out to possess a one-in-ten-thousand wood-type Heavenly Spirit Root?
The nobleman's abandoned son, hunted by his own family, had a conflicting physique yet was a genius at artifact forging?
While others struggled to cultivate battle aura, his disciples were drawing qi into their bodies.
While others chanted incantations, his disciples formed hand seals and cast spells.
While the temple knights showed off their holy-light shields, his disciples had already summoned protective magical treasures and smiled calmly. "This is basic Daoist cultivation from the Qingyun Sect."
Lin Xuan stood atop the main hall of Qingyun, looking down at dragons circling below, mages seething with rage, and imperial legions massing at the gates.
Behind him, countless disciples pointed their swords at the sky and shouted in unison:
"This is Qingyun Sect territory."
"Magic stops here. Battle aura is forbidden."
"Here, the Immortal Dao makes the rules!"
