Beiliang Immortal Manor

In this cultivation world, a martial artist ruled a whole continent for eight hundred years, yet lamented that he could only ever be second-best. A sword cultivator felled three thousand thunderclouds with a single strike, his sword aura soaring into the heavens and shattering ten thousand armors. And a seemingly timid Daoist priest rode an ox with two streams of primordial violet energy slung over his shoulder. No one dared provoke him.

Yet this was the very same cultivation world where cultivators were as numerous as carp crossing a river. Some had only just begun to draw in spiritual energy when they were reduced to dust beneath another's magical treasure. For a child who had yet to set foot on the path to immortality, clutching a broken jade slip that offered entry into cultivation might be like clutching the light of the entire cultivation world.