Ling Yun, hailed as the Dao Ancestor of All Ages, was betrayed by his beloved disciple while undergoing tribulation. His soul was scattered to the winds.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a good-for-nothing in the Qi Refining stage, bullied by everyone in a lower-realm sect.
Watching the usurpers in the upper realm abuse the legacy of his Dao to lord over others, Ling Yun smiled.
With a casual flick of his finger, a flawed technique became an ultimate immortal art.
His old enemies had already ascended to the rank of Immortal Emperor, looking down on all living beings as ants.
But Ling Yun would rise from the lowest Qi Refining stage, one step at a time, ascending to a new heaven with each breakthrough.
When the Immortal Emperor descended to the lower realm at the head of thousands of divine generals, Ling Yun slowly raised a finger.
“In this life, I’ll teach you what the true Dao is.”
