During his 326 days in the death-row camp, Jiang Fan witnessed 326 deaths with his own eyes.
He had been a young trainee at the Ironblood Martial Arts Hall in the imperial capital of Muge. Overnight, he was branded a traitor and thrown into a lightless prison.
When the infamous death-row inmate 9527 stood across from him in the arena, everyone assumed it would be a one-sided slaughter.
No one knew that the agony of coming so close to death had pried open a mysterious door within him.
He gained 360-degree, all-around perception and the power to wield objects with his mind, unstoppable as anything. After a year of stagnation, his cultivation erupted overnight, carrying him from an ordinary man into the ranks of martial artists.
A black bead tore through the air, the criminal fell dead, and Jiang Fan walked off the arena to a stunned silence.
But the moment he survived one brush with death, another killing plot was already underway.
An early conscription order and a cannon-fodder battalion where almost no one survived: his enemies had tailored every detail of this death trap for him.
His parents' whereabouts were a mystery, and there was nowhere to appeal his wrongful conviction.
Clenching the black bead in his palm, Jiang Fan took a step into the sunlight he had not seen for so long.
From then on, the Canglan Continent had a new avenger returned from hell.
