Overnight, Yi Chen went from a genius in cultivation to a useless person. His true essence was destroyed by his master, and he was thrown out of the mountain gate like a wild dog with a broken back.
Three months later, he stood on the banks of the Thames River in London, facing a completely different world - no flying swords, no elixir, only clammy fog, an unfamiliar language, and a human heart more ferocious than a monster.
With nothing, he started to climb up from the bottom. Using the ruthlessness of fighting for his life on the streets and the brain he had left after being crippled, he took in homeless teenagers, drove away the local gangsters, and established his own rules in a run-down neighborhood - not accepting illegal money, not bullying the people, and only keeping one place safe.
But Jianghu never believes in kindness. The temptations of the East Area bosses, the Italian Mafia's transactions, the solicitation of the Hongmen in Chinatown... He wandered in the cracks between various forces, and every choice he made was dancing on the tip of a knife.
And the deeper crisis came from inside his body - the three restrictions that destroyed his cultivation were shattering, and a strange and violent force broke out of the cocoon. Is that rebirth or destruction? He doesn't know.
All he knew was that he had to walk the road up from hell alone.
There are some people in this world who live to prove that a dragon is still a dragon even if its back is broken.
