The Edict of the Nine Heavens descends, and the gods decree the extermination of an entire clan!
Divine warriors tread the heavens, forcing the human race of the frontier wastes to hand over Lin Shu, the "thief of the sacred herb," and kneel with their necks bared for execution.
The whole clan despairs. The surrender faction weeps and pressures him: "Lin Shu! You bring nothing but bad luck. You've brought disaster upon our clan! Kneel and accept your death at once!"
Amid the gods' mockery and the contempt of the myriad races, Lin Shu, clad in white, strides out of the shattered fortress, tears up the surrender agreement, and stands alone before three thousand elderly and young people:
"I'll bear all nine trillion counts of karmic retribution for the extermination of our clan myself!"
[Ding! The Host has willingly taken on a world-ending calamity. Activating Ten-Thousandfold Reversal Critical Strike!]
[Returning rewards... The clan members' cultivation is soaring!]
In an instant, tribulation lightning turns to sweet rain, and immortal radiance shines across the heavens!
The one-armed veteran's ruined body is reforged, and he draws his blade to become an unparalleled Blade Saint!
The blind old soldier's eyes open with twin pupils, and one sword strike annihilates gods and demons across the Nine Heavens!
Even the ancestral tomb's coffin lid can't hold shut. The ancestor, asleep for ten thousand years, rises from his coffin: "Who dares lay a hand on my beloved heir?!"
The gods of the heavens are terrified: "Weren't they supposed to be insignificant ants from the lower realm... How did the whole lot become Saints and Emperors?!"
Lin Shu stands before billions of Great Emperors, his white robes purer than snow. He smiles faintly: "Gods, have you prepared your last words?"
