A hundred years ago, the Spirit Gate opened, and Earth’s spiritual energy began draining away at an alarming rate.
Twelve spiritual masters joined forces to seal it, and all of them perished, leaving behind a prophecy no one could decipher: “The cycle of a hundred years, the seven stars return to their places.”
A hundred years later, Lin Yuan still couldn’t manage so much as a fireball spell. All he wanted was a 3,500-yuan job to make ends meet.
Then he passed the century-old monument, and the birthmark on his chest suddenly began to burn.
A call came in from six hundred kilometers beneath the Earth’s surface:
“Your grandfather made an appointment for you a hundred years ago. It’s time to keep it.”
Lin Yuan: “Can I skip it?”
“Then I’ll break your legs.”
