The moment Su Ping'an was electrocuted to death, his gaming server burned out.
When he woke again, he had returned to the age of eighteen, with a blood-red ring-shaped tattoo on his left pinky.
Inside the ring lay a valley in full bloom with peach blossoms.
A tree stood in the valley, named Jianmu. It connected to the universe, absorbed primal force, and suppressed a massive cauldron engraved with the totems of the Ten Fiends.
Within the cauldron, dragons and phoenixes cried out, qilin trampled through flames, and the God-Striking Stone drifted silently.
Outside the cauldron, a jade wall like a mirror reflected countless martial arts techniques and skills that should have existed only in novels and films: Nine Yang Divine Art, Sunflower Manual, Tiangang Art, Dragon God Art, Book of Forgetting Passion...
To comprehend the arts on the jade wall, one needed enough merit.
Yet at that moment, scenes of the apocalypse kept flashing through Su Ping'an's mind...
Black rain, gray fog, zombies, and the "world fragments" drawing ever closer to Blue Star.
He vaguely remembered that the cauldron seemed to be missing a master.
