Lin Chen, an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, had been nothing more than the most insignificant ant in the Cangyun Domain. His lifespan was nearly spent, and his talent was as dull as dust. Then a mysterious scale embedded itself in his palm. It was a forbidden object from the crown of the Hongmeng Tree, one capable of distorting time. Ten days within the scale amounted to just one day in the outside world.
Ten times the time meant ten times the chance to live. While others painstakingly practiced a single sword technique, Lin Chen had already trained with his sword a thousand times in secret. While alchemists exhausted their life’s work, he had reached the pinnacle of the Dao of medicine in a hidden realm of time and space. From then on, formations, talismans, alchemy, swordsmanship: none of the world’s myriad arts presented any barrier to him.
Yet the scale was tied to the ultimate secret behind the Heavenly Dao’s fall. The awakened Heavenly Dao saw him as an anomaly that had to be erased, while the Nether River Patriarch, from a higher heavenly realm, saw him as the key to eternity. As the woman he loved dissolved into starlight in his arms, and the skies of the Nine Domains crumbled before him, Lin Chen finally gripped the sword in his hand.
“If the Heavenly Dao means to crush me, then I’ll find another heaven.”
