After writing eight failed Fengshen fanfics, Lu Zhao opens his eyes and finds himself in the Primordial World he knows by heart, beneath Kunlun Mountain, before the Dragon-Han Calamity. From the start, he’s a blade of grass, growing right on a path where ferocious beasts trample every day. This time, he has no intention of scraping by. He knows the script inside out: who will rise to prominence and when each spiritual treasure will appear are all laid out in his mind. With a System at his side and the secrets of Heaven obscured, even the mighty figures across the Primordial World lose their thread halfway through a divination. He also has a System spirit who talks even more than he does and can’t go a day without undermining him.
In the days that follow, a strange figure appears in the Primordial World. He squats in blind spots no one pays attention to, waiting for spiritual treasures to reveal themselves. When someone comes looking for trouble, he makes a note of it and waits for the perfect moment to settle the score in public. Others are fighting for the divine posts on the list; he’s after the fortune no one notices in every calamity. Starting as a blade of grass, he becomes an anomaly beyond even the Saints’ ability to foresee, and, at the end, steps into the Interception Sect’s ranks as part of the great Fengshen game. Anyone who picks a fight with him will be the first to hit the ground.
