Wen Lin died. A cup of poisoned wine ended the last life of the mighty Wen family.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the third year after his family was destroyed. In the spirit-barren Northern Wilderness, an army of 150,000 demons was bearing down on Tianlie Pass. In the imperial capital of Cangming, the court was full of cultivators, yet none could act. Meanwhile, Wen Lin, the useless marquis whom everyone condemned, was crouched in the back garden of his estate, carefully watering his vegetable patch.
The Empress came to ask him in person to come out of retirement.
Wen Lin put down his dipper and smiled. "The Wen family repaid what it owed you three years ago."
But when he donned his old armor and rode alone to the northern frontier with a black-iron spear, driving back the demon lords with a flick of his fingers, everyone finally saw that the man who had spent three years growing vegetables had long since reached unfathomable heights of cultivation.
Some said he concealed the power of a Deity Transformation cultivator. Others said he possessed a rare treasure that hid the secrets of heaven. Even the Supreme Elder of the Taixu Sect, whom Wen Lin had gravely wounded, never saw through his true level of cultivation before he died.
Reborn, all he wanted was to hide away at his estate and live in peace.
But he is neither alive nor dead, the Heavenly Gate is about to open ahead of schedule, and no one can escape the cataclysm looming over the world. The spear in his hand is destined to pierce the heavens once more.
