My name is Zhang Lingyang. I'm a descendant of Zhang Wuji.
The day demons and monsters descended, I awakened the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
But I'm not like my ancestor
Zhang Wuji was soft-hearted. I'm ruthless.
Zhang Wuji hesitated. I act decisively.
Zhang Wuji spared his enemies. I wipe them out to the last.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill has a trait even my ancestor never knew about:
I can cultivate any martial art ten times faster than an ordinary person.
What takes others ten years takes me ten days.
Where others master one skill, I master ten.
The Demon Slaying Bureau wants to recruit me?
Fine. Bring resources to the table.
The Myriad Arts Sect looks down on me?
Let's fight. I'll keep going until they submit.
When demons and monsters besiege the city,
I stand alone at the gates, with six fearless teammates behind me
and ten thousand demonic beasts in front.
I ask them: Who wants to die first?
Someone once asked me, “Aren't you afraid of retribution for being so ruthless?”
I smiled.
I remembered my ancestor's lesson my whole life:
Mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself.
This world is full of demons and monsters, evil cultivators, ancient fiends who have lived for a thousand years,
and a mastermind who wants to use my blood to open an ancient seal.
They're all waiting for me to die.
Sorry,
I can't wait any longer.
Zhang Lingyang, descendant of Zhang Wuji.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill is only the beginning.
The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, Tai Chi Fist, the Great Shift of the Universe
I want them all.
And I'll turn every one of them into immortal arts.
