Beneath Qingyun Mountain, in a courtyard swaying with bamboo shadows, Lin Yuan and his sworn brother Ye Han cultivate in seclusion together.
After ten years sharing one furnace, they were as close as brothers. He never imagined that the instant his Golden Core took shape, it would reflect a flash of greed in Ye Han's eyes.
“Your Golden Core? I'll keep it safe for you.”
One palm shattered his heart meridians. One finger gouged out his Golden Core. Ye Han left, treading through his blood, leaving behind only a half-dead body and boundless hatred.
Against all odds, Lin Yuan survived, but became a man without a Golden Core. His spiritual power scattered, leaving him a cripple.
He concealed his identity and, with his shattered meridians, began tracking down Ye Han, from infighting within the sect to deadly traps in secret realms and the shadows of the imperial court.
Every step closer to the truth meant a deeper trap and a deadlier attack.
He didn't know that Ye Han had already fused the Golden Core into his own body, advancing by leaps and bounds as he waited for his “old friend” to walk right into the trap.
But Lin Yuan wanted more than revenge. He would rip the Golden Core that had once been his from Ye Han's body, inch by inch, with his own hands.
