The Great Dao has no gate. Only people can attain enlightenment for themselves.
Ling Yun transmigrates into the legitimate son of a cultivation clan. Before he can enjoy a single day of peace, disaster strikes and his clan is annihilated.
In the great hall, an ancient mirror in his sea of consciousness trembles. With only Qi Refining cultivation, he stares down the murderous intent of a Nascent Soul expert.
No outside force favors him. He has only a heart devoted to breaking through barriers and seeking the truth.
From bloodied ruins, he glimpses the tide of change. In a desperate dead end, he calculates a path to turn the tables.
He gathers the surviving clansmen, establishes new rules, directs the sect, and vies with the young prodigies.
No heavenly mandate watches over him, and no fortune blesses him. Where his mind is clear, there lies the blade in his hand.
One move decides victory or defeat. One banner holds the land steady.
In this life, Ling Yun seeks no eternal life. He only wants the Ling family banner to fly forever, never falling.
