Third Layer of Qi Refining, Thirty Years of Misery.
At the Qingyun Sect, Shen Lian was a laughingstock.
The sect thought he was useless and feared he'd waste their resources, so they kicked him out and sent him to the Blackwater Forbidden Zone to guard a tomb.
Before he left, the sect tossed him the forbidden art no one had ever managed to master: the Illustrated Compendium of Gods and Demons.
It was the kind of thing even ghosts found too grim.
Shen Lian didn't mind. He tucked it into his robe, dusted it off, and set off.
In this dead zone, all he wanted was to lie flat.
Bask in the sun. Get some sleep.
Who knew the accursed book would recognize him as its master, turning all the vicious fiends imprisoned inside into his underlings?
Other cultivators relied on grueling practice. Shen Lian cultivated by "blowing."
The young man gave a gentle puff...
And the ghost-wolf leader exploded into fireworks.
You just want to lie flat?
Sorry, your strength won't let you.
