Immortals wage war in the heavens, while mortals below pay the price.
A battle between immortal sects fell from the sky and crushed An Sheng's entire life into ruins.
Nineteen years of peace vanished overnight. His home was destroyed, his family gone, and with no one left to turn to, he could only clutch the few things he'd salvaged from the Valley of the Dead and stumble headlong into the world of cultivators.
He knew nothing of cultivation methods, rules, or the cruelty of human nature. Relying on nothing but the instinct to survive, he clumsily breathed in spiritual energy and barely opened his meridians. What he didn't know was that the things he carried weren't opportunities, but a deadly disaster waiting to explode.
The white jade ring was a treasured artifact of a high-ranking cultivator. The purple cloth pouch held a sinister weapon from the Xuanyin Valley. He carried the auras of both righteous and demonic paths, standing out wherever he went like a torch in the dark.
As soon as he entered Blackstone Town, some saw through his disguise, some pointed out the danger he was in, and others had already marked him as a target they had to capture and take back.
The people of Xuanyin Valley sealed off every road into town and searched everyone who passed. Disciples of the Yunfu Sect were investigating a murder and were acutely sensitive to sinister energy. Eyes of unknown origin were also watching his every move from the shadows.
A woodcutter who had crawled out of the ruins, with no sect or master and barely any cultivation, had stumbled right into the heart of a storm in the cultivation world.
He didn't want to compete for supremacy or rule the heavens. He only wanted to avenge his murdered family and live in peace.
But the chaotic path of cultivation never leaves mortals a way out.
If there's no retreat, then forward is the only way.
From the first step he takes out of the ruins, through rivers and mountains and over mountains of blades and seas of fire, he'll have to fight his way through it all himself.
