People say the path of cultivation is beset by three calamities and seven tribulations. One careless step can entangle you in karma and doom you to endless ruin.
With a System at his disposal, attaining the Dao and becoming a patriarch is only a matter of time, so Chen Feng decides to keep his head down.
But plans never keep pace with change.
An old man in a ring who constantly emits black smoke, a muscular Daoist fruit who picks up Nascent Soul adepts and beats them senseless, wild Deification cultivators appearing in the wilderness...
An era is drawing to a close. Carrying the old methods of the Void Heaven, where will he go in this age of fierce competition?
What? A Foundation Establishment cultivator fighting a Nascent Soul adept?
“Don't rush me. Let me put a few points in first.”
The front is too clownish.