The Cultivation World Is Full of People

On a freezing night at Bone Hill in the Southern Wasteland, Ling Chen holds up three fingers before five orphans. “First, Langya Pavilion is your only home. Second, traitors will be annihilated, body and soul. Third, only those who survive will earn the right to take revenge.” Hidden in the shadows of the pavilion gate, he watches A Lang train with a rusty wooden sword until it becomes a space-rending immortal weapon; A Huo refine poison from a numbing herb into a deadly elixir capable of killing immortals; A Ying hone stealth until even a Tribulation Transcendence monster cannot detect him; A Yan wield a giant hammer capable of smashing the foundations of immortal mountains; and A Shuang craft a formation disc capable of trapping the laws of heaven and earth. From raiding mines in the Southern Wasteland and wiping out gangs in Qingzhou, to establishing their might in Zhongzhou and ascending to godhood at the peak of the sects, Langya Pavilion’s name becomes taboo throughout the cultivation world. No one has ever seen Pavilion Master Ling Chen. They only know that five deadly warriors carry out his orders, crushing all opposition with an iron fist. “The Pavilion Master says anyone who blocks our way dies.” When a sea of nine-colored lightning engulfs Lingxiao City, everyone catches a glimpse of a hazy figure through a gap in the thunderclouds. Outside the lightning sea, the five, A Lang among them, stand guard with blades in hand, pointing their swords at the heavens. “Anyone who dares glimpse the Pavilion Master’s true face must answer to our blades first.” The shadow within the pavilion is a master no one recognizes, five blades, and a bloodstain the entire cultivation world can never erase.