Cultivators of the myriad races in the Xuanhuang Realm all regard The Heaven-Stealing Art as the holy book of cultivation. They steal the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine themselves, climbing from the Qi Gathering Realm through nine levels of the Emperor Realm in their struggle to become supreme on the path to immortality.
No one knows that every time they steal the origin of heaven and earth, they engrave an inescapable karmic debt upon their souls. Once that burden becomes too great, they die when crossing a tribulation, their body and spirit utterly destroyed. Even supreme emperors who have stood for countless ages cannot escape heaven’s reckoning. The lofty sects and immortal clans, however, have long found a way to survive: they sacrifice the souls of their gifted disciples to cleanse their own karmic debts, then climb to the summit over mountains of bones.
Su Yan was once the Qingyun Sect’s greatest prodigy in a thousand years. At sixteen, he had already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm. But he accidentally uncovered this cultivation scam that had endured for ages, and the very master who treated him like a son and senior brother who was closer than family joined forces to send him to the altar for cleansing.
With no way out, he destroyed his own core palace and scattered all his cultivation. Using the chaos caused by the pill flames, he faked his death and hid in the darkest corner of the Scripture Pavilion. There he remained for three years.
The world took him for a mad, useless wretch condemned to copying scriptures. No one knew that he had stumbled upon the ancient fragmentary text The Heaven-Mending Record and forged a path against heaven, one never before seen.
The world steals from heaven; I alone mend it!
Karmic debt is his supreme nourishment, and cultivators who steal from heaven are his whetstones. No matter how profound your cultivation or how powerful your Nascent Soul, it will vanish at a touch. No matter how mighty your sect or imperial clan, its hypocrisy will be overturned in a single day.
After three years of concealing his edge, today his sword is drawn. He will personally kill the enemies who stabbed him in the back and shatter this rotten order of cultivation. With his brush as a sword, he will mend the broken firmament devoured by the myriad races and forge an immortal path of heaven-mending, one with no predecessor and no successor!
