At eighteen, Li Jun has no house, no car, and no savings. He lives in an unfinished building, scraping by on odd jobs.
A martial arts academy’s prodigy kicks him flying in front of everyone and calls him “trash.” He isn’t even qualified to apply for a job as a cleaner.
Then, on a rooftop, he touches a glowing stone
The Federal Martial Artists Association sounds the alarm. The Tianshu Guard mobilizes in the dead of night, and a top-secret file sealed for fifteen years is urgently opened.
His aptitude rating consists of just one word: Unknown.
The last person to receive that rating slaughtered an entire god before turning thirty.
But the deeper truth lies beneath the East Sea, in the secret buried for three thousand years at the Guixu Ruins: he is no orphan, but a bloodline. He is no weakling, but the final Zhulong.
Deep within the ruins, a girl awaits him. She has waited through more than a hundred cycles of reincarnation.
A debt three thousand years old, a life that began eighteen years ago. In this life, he won’t just make it out alive. He’ll take her with him.
Not bad, pretty good