Lin Zeyu always thought he was an ordinary person.
When his deskmate Chen Xiaoqiu's tribulation collapsed their dorm building, he was doing homework beside her. When Chen Xiaoqiu's tribulation blew up the athletic field, he was munching on a steamed bun nearby. He thought his high school years would end quietly, and that he would go to an ordinary university and live an ordinary life.
Until the day his spiritual root awakened.
His blood dripped onto the jade stele, and nothing happened. Everyone assumed he had a mortal constitution and got ready to laugh at him.
Then the wind began to blow.
It flowed out from within him, soft and gentle, sweeping through every corner of the auditorium. Behind him, a pair of blue-green wind wings slowly unfurled, while deep in his dantian, a tiny vortex began to take shape.
It was the embryonic form of a Spirit Realm.
A world with nothing but wind. A world that breathed.
The Myriad Winds Spirit-Gathering Body, the tenth person in all of history. The previous nine all attained the title of Heavenly Emperor.
From then on, his world was anything but ordinary.
He met his fated demonic beast companion, a proud wind falcon willing to merge with him. Together, they would grow a pair of wings and soar through the nine heavens. He and Chen Xiaoqiu entered a cultivation university together, trained in secret realms together, and fought side by side in life-and-death situations.
They discovered the secret of the Spirit Realm: this breathing world could be cultivated, evolve, and grow. The stronger the world, the stronger he became. As long as the world endured, he would never die.
And when his world first appeared in reality, everyone saw it:
A realm of wind, with towering mountains and rivers and life flourishing everywhere.
It was his world.
A world that breathed.
