Three years after transmigrating, Wang Yun is the lowliest menial disciple of the Tian Sect.
At the aptitude test, his spiritual roots plunged the entire hall into stunned silence: the finest-grade complete five-element roots, encompassing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Before he could even celebrate, everyone laughed:
“Five-element mixed roots. You'll never reach the Mystic Core Realm in this lifetime.”
“Another good-for-nothing.”
“Don't cross Senior Brother Zhang. You're not worthy.”
Wang Yun said nothing. He stored each taunt in his heart, like a nail hammered into a wall.
No one knew there was a gemstone in his chest that grew warm. No one knew he possessed a cultivation manual no one had ever mastered. And no one knew that when the five-element spiritual energies stopped going their separate ways and fused into one, a genius at the eighth level of Body Qi couldn't withstand even two of his moves.
From the menial disciples' quarters to the outer sect, from the dueling platform to secret realms, from a despised failure to a cultivator of the True Condensation Realm whom everyone looked up to, he did it all in less than three months.
But when he opened that door, what he saw was not the pinnacle.
Deep in the secret realm, a seal was coming loose. The core of the yin poison within him stirred. Deep in Senior Brother's meridians, something that didn't belong to him lay hidden.
This world was falling apart. At the heart of the collapse stood a figure cloaked in five-colored light.
Was that his future, or his past?
