After Wang Hao fell asleep, he was pulled into a “game.” Thinking it was a dream, he casually picked the “Undying” talent, which increased his physique whenever he took a hit. While everyone else trained, he stood still; while everyone else farmed monsters, he got beaten up. His physique had to reach a hundred thousand before he could leave the novice village. The Ancestral Star was merely a place of exile; the primordial continent was his true home. The blood-and-iron dynasties of generations past had carved out new territory in the primordial world. His task was to bring a full set of retaliation gear and let this world, on the verge of falling, know that some debts were long overdue.
