Ye Chen spent sixteen years as a good-for-nothing, suffering humiliation and abuse.
Everyone thought he was the Ye family's greatest joke.
Until the day someone shoved his younger sister to the ground, and blood filled his eyes.
In that instant, something inside him shattered.
Not his dantian. Not his meridians.
A seal.
A cage that had imprisoned a hundred of the mightiest beings in the heavens.
The Sword Venerable, the Pill Emperor, the Ancestor of the Body, the Ancestor of Formations, the Blade Venerable, the Ancestor of Artifacts, the Soul Emperor, the War Ancestor...
Each layer held a legend from a bygone age.
They fought to awaken, frantically competing to help Ye Chen break free.
Because Ye Chen was more than the Host of the cage.
He was the creator of the ancient cage, a forbidden existence among the heavens for all eternity.
He had simply forgotten.
And the younger sister whom everyone mocked, bullied, and shoved to the ground...
Was the one lingering attachment he had left behind when he sealed himself away.
He had sworn: in this life, anyone who touches her dies.
So when the Netherworld Palace sent ten assassins to surround Ye Ling...
Ye Chen awoke.
Alone, with a single sword, he cut his way through the Netherworld Palace and slaughtered three thousand people.
The palace master fell to his knees and begged for mercy. “Who are you?”
Ye Chen wiped the blood from his sword and glanced back at his unharmed sister with a smile:
“An older brother who keeps his word.”
