After eight failed attempts at writing a Investiture of the Gods fanfic, Lu Zhao opens his eyes and finds himself in the primordial world he knows by heart, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, before the Dragon-Han Calamity. He starts out as a blade of grass, growing right in the path where ferocious beasts trample every day. This time, he has no intention of merely scraping by. He knows this story inside out: who will rise to prominence and when each spiritual treasure will appear are all lodged in his mind. With the System at his side and the secrets of heaven obscured, even the great powers across the primordial world lose their train of thought halfway through trying to divine his fate. He also has a System spirit hanging around him, whose mouth is even quicker than his and who can't stand a day without making him look bad. In the days that follow, a strange figure appears in the primordial world. He crouches in blind spots where no one is watching, waiting for spiritual treasures to reveal themselves; when someone comes looking for trouble, he keeps score and waits for the perfect moment to settle it in public. While everyone else fights over the divine titles on the list, he claims the fortune hidden from view in every calamity. From a blade of grass, he rises into the one variable even the sages cannot calculate, and finally steps into the Jie Sect in the great game of Investiture of the Gods. Whoever provokes him will be the first to hit the ground.
