The World’s Martial Rankings list twenty-three supreme experts.
One God, two Ancestors, three Demons, four Sages, five Immortals, six Monsters, and seven Warriors.
They are the heavens of this martial world.
Lin Yan is merely a corpse collector at Longmen Post Station. His greatest talent is making the dead speak.
One corpse told him it had visited a brothel three days earlier. The soles of its shoes were stained with cinnabar found only in a mine thirty li away.
Then he examined a corpse he should never have touched and pulled a black shard from its heart
That night, seven great assassins slaughtered everyone at the post station. A martial grandmaster waited outside, while the martial world’s supreme powers lurked behind the scenes.
As he hovered near death, he saw a vision: a towering golden palace, artisans paying homage, and nine divine weapons suppressing demons.
His bloodline awakened, revealing that he was the last descendant of the ancient Heavenly Artificer Clan, capable of seeing through the essence of every martial art.
And that shard was the key.
It could unlock the Golden Palace, unleash disaster, and determine the fate of the world.
The Heavenly Order Alliance wanted it, the Ten Thousand Evils Grotto sought to seize it, the imperial court wanted to control it, and foreign powers on every side fought over it.
The ten great martial sects, the four great clans, three hundred thousand border cavalrymen, the thirty-six overseas islands...
The entire world was set in motion because of him.
Lin Yan gripped his corpse-stitching needle and faced the overwhelming tide.
If this martial world was sick,
then
he would use corpses as his materials and blood as his fire.
And forge the realm anew.
