The day the exam results came out, I saw that my name wasn’t on the list.
Of course. Why would the son of a poor scholar pass the provincial exam?
But as I turned to leave, a sudden heat flared between my brows.
A mist-shrouded mountain flashed before my eyes, along with a colossal stone gate.
Only later did I learn it was called the Seal of the Literary Heart.
They said I had no spiritual roots and was useless.
Then I wrote my first character, and it came alive.
Three years later, I was the youngest Golden Core cultivator in the Qingyun Sect.
Five years later, I stood before the Gate to the Spirit Realm.
They said the literary path had been lost for three thousand years, and I was its sole heir.
They said everyone in the Spirit Realm was looking for me.
Let them come.
I’ll walk the literary path alone if I have to, but I’ll see it through to the end.
