Spiritual energy wanes, the Five Turbidities Calamity draws near, and the myriad heavens are about to collapse!
Han Li woke on a ridge between the fields in Black Mountain Village, with nothing left in his arms but a fragment of a gray tower he'd picked up.
He only wanted to trade the thing for a decent meal. He had no idea he'd taken on a karmic burden greater than the heavens.
From then on, the flying swords of Qi Refiners couldn't sever his woodcutter's hatchet, and the blazing flames of the Totem Warriors couldn't burn his straw sandals.
He tamed the Earth's Core Flame Marrow in the Qingxuan Gobi, crossed the shattered void in the Dark Dust Star Belt, and subdued the prodigies of his generation with his fists on the Spirit Nexus Path to Heaven.
Others cultivate immortality with spiritual roots. He cultivates with an ordinary mortal body and a broken tower that eats more and more.
Until he stood before the Abyss of Illusion and Annihilation and saw the Heart-Eroding Cultists offer up the blood of billions of living beings to summon the shadow that devours stars. Until the tip of the tower in his hand resonated with the "eye" at the far end of the abyss.
The Turbid Lord whispered from the other side of the abyss: "Come back. You have always been part of Chaos."
The Immortal Alliance of the Myriad Heavens cried out behind him: "Stop him, or all worlds will return to the void!"
He looked at the chaotic Dao foundation in his palm, where clarity and turbidity intertwined and coexisted with the tower, then grinned.
"I didn't claw my way up from a dirt-poor nobody to get here just to pick a side."
"I'll decide what is clear and what is turbid."
