Ling Xuan, the Immortal Venerable of the Nine Heavens Violet Palace, is ambushed, and a wisp of his true spirit falls into the Canglan Continent, where magic and battle energy reign supreme.
His dantian is shattered? His cultivation is gone? No matter.
He possesses orthodox, classical immortal arts:
Cloudwalking Steps, the Silence Spell, Palm Thunder, Sprinkling Beans to Make Soldiers, talismans that bind souls, formations that trap the heavens, sword flight across a thousand miles, rebirth from a single drop of blood...
In this desolate otherworld, where even spiritual energy is scarce,
so-called supreme magic is nothing but a heretical path;
and so-called peerless battle energy is inferior even to the basics of body refinement.
When the Immortal Venerable raises a hand, thunder shakes the Nine Heavens;
when his immortal sword leaves its scabbard, all arts bow their heads.
From then on, the gods of the otherworld bow down, and all demons fall silent.
With immortal arts, I will sweep through the entire otherworld!
