The Heavenly Dao issued a divine decree: everyone could take out a loan.
Borrow cultivation, spirit pills, magical artifacts, even life itself.
The interest was low, only half a percent per day. But anyone who couldn’t pay it back would become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, mindless and enslaved for all eternity.
On the first day after Tan Bing arrived, he received this loan advertisement.
He’d been weighed down by debt for half his life, so the sight of this thing set off alarm bells. The others in the cultivation world didn’t care. All they saw were offers like “no interest for the first month” and “Foundation Establishment Pills at a 30% discount with financing.” They rushed to sign contracts, their cultivation soaring as their debts piled up even faster.
Tan Bing sat in a tree for a long time, working it out.
He discovered a line hidden in every loan contract: “The Heavenly Dao reserves the right of final interpretation.”
Something was wrong.
There was something wrong with this Heavenly Dao.
