The laws of the myriad worlds have always held: civilization can advance no further than level nine.
Across countless eras, how many brilliant souls have sought immortality, only to be buried by time? How many ancient civilizations have exhausted their very foundations, yet failed to cross that age-old chasm?
Then the Altar of Myriad Dao roared, and the level-nine sky screen cracked open.
By then, Chen Mo was no more than an obscure young man from the Qinghe Martial Arts School in Qinghe Town.
He had only a mortal body and a path of martial cultivation that had barely begun.
Starting at the martial arts school, he trained his bones and muscles, tempered his blood and qi, and climbed step by step.
The road was long.
At its end, perhaps he would see the heavens.
Worth a look,