Blackwind Cliff

The day Mo Yihang climbed back from Blackwind Cliff, his hair had turned gray. It wasn't age. It was the price he had paid.

Three years ago, he was framed, had his spiritual root destroyed, his limbs broken, and was thrown into an abyss ten thousand zhang deep. He survived for 1,095 days in an ancient ruin, devoured more than ten thousand spiritual roots, and surged from the fifth level of Qi Refining to Nascent Soul. Then he opened the door back to the mortal world, returning to take her home.

But the Heavenly Sword Sect owed him more than one life. The thousand-year-old sect monopolized spiritual veins, cultivation techniques, and the path to advancement, trampling independent cultivators underfoot as stepping stones. Mo Yihang wanted no spiritual veins and no sect, only fairness. He built the Myriad Realms Pavilion at Qingyun Ferry, taking people regardless of talent or origins, asking only whether they dared to risk their lives.

When an elite army of 1,200 from the Heavenly Sword Sect laid siege to them, the Myriad Realms Pavilion had only 400 people. The highest cultivation among them was merely Foundation Establishment. Their weapons were iron maces made from hoes, and their armor was coarse Daoist robes patched over and over. But Mo Yihang had a card the cultivation world had never seen: a thunder talisman treasure System redesigned with modern military-industry thinking. Remote control, staged delays, and crossfire coverage. When chaotic thunder sealed off the entire riverbank, the thousand-year-old sect's defensive formations were no match for saturated firepower. This wasn't a difference in cultivation, but a difference in the dimensions of warfare.

From rescuing his childhood sweetheart, the inheritor of the Ice Phoenix, to winning over an informant who had been coerced for three years, turning a timid accountant into a tough man willing to risk his life to guard the door, and transforming a swordsmith apprentice without a spiritual root into the core of the military industry, every member of the Myriad Realms Pavilion was someone cast aside by the old order who had stood back up.

And when the ultimate villain of the Myriad Worlds, the “Demon Venerable,” appeared, everyone thought this was a battle between good and evil.