Ten years honing his sword, and he’s invincible the moment he descends the mountain!
Wu Moran stands atop Kunlun’s highest peak, untouched by the fierce winds and flying snow. After ten years of cultivating immortality, he has refined a broken bronze sword and mastered the power of [Time’s Rift], able to cleave mountains and rivers with a flick of his finger. Now he descends into the mortal world to find his younger sister, Wu Xiaoyu, who has been missing for ten years, unaware that a vast conspiracy from the cultivation world lurks beneath the city.
In the shantytown of Donghai City, Xiaoyu is cornered by loan sharks. She doesn’t know that her dantian seals a “Spirit Source Body,” or that demonic cultivators from the Nine Nether Sect have their eyes on her, planning to sacrifice her to the Ruins. In the moment of danger, Wu Moran sweeps in with his whisk, clad in blue robes. With one finger, he annihilates a Qi Refining demon cultivator and slaughters his way through an abandoned shipyard. But from an enemy, he learns that his father, Wu Hai, is still alive. The fire ten years ago was actually a deadly trap set by the Yanjing Wang family and the Xuan Yin Sect to seize the “Key to the Ruins.”
“Bow and surrender your family’s assets within three days, or the Wang family will be wiped out!”
A blood-red sword decree is driven into the ancestral shrine, shaking Yanjing! An elder of the Xuan Yin Sect raises a Blood Refining Formation over Donghai, intending to refine a million people to force Wu Moran to yield. He stands in midair and crushes the formation with a single palm, but the backlash damages his Nascent Soul body! A soul search uncovers a shocking plot: the Xuan Yin Sect plans to sacrifice Xiaoyu’s Spirit Source Body to awaken the Ruins’ Void Demon Eye and summon demons from beyond the realms!
At the Cloud Terrace in Donghai, he lectures on the Dao and dead wood bursts into bloom. At the Dragon Palace’s birthday banquet, a turn of his palm stills the waves and shatters the pearls!
When the Flood Dragon Clan calls the Star Raft to account, and sword puppets block his path in an ancient cultivator’s abode, Wu Moran remains cool in his blue robes. “Invincible? That’s only the beginning.”
Yet his father’s warning still rings in his ears, spoken before his remnant soul faded: behind “Trust no one from the Xuan Yin Sect,” the Holy Lord’s eye has already turned its gaze toward the mortal world...
