In the Great Li Dynasty, immortal masters sit high above the clouds and look down on mortals as ants.
Great clans monopolize fortune and shut off every path to advancement.
Chen Xun, a kiln boy with a damaged life slip and a naturally crippled body, is fated to spend his whole life wallowing in mud and bricks.
That is, until one rainy night, when his friend is killed and his immortal opportunity stolen, leaving him cornered with nowhere to turn.
If the Heavenly Dao is unjust, then I won't cultivate as an immortal who follows its will!
Others cultivate immortality by absorbing the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, seeking longevity and freedom.
I cultivate martial arts, swallowing baleful energy and deadly poison to temper an indestructible body!
Others talk about rules, relying on their sects for support.
I talk about reason, relying on these two fists!
Standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Chen Xun wipes the divine blood from his fists and grins. “I am Chen Xun, a humble son of the soil. Immortal masters, please... take this punch!”
