The sects of the world gathered to celebrate the thousandth birthday of the Tianyan Sect Master.
Some brought spirit veins, others immortal pills. Gu Ji carried in a coffin.
"I measured it. You'll fit perfectly when you lie down."
That day, three hundred magical treasures exploded, shattering half the sky, and one slap toppled a thousand-year-old sect. Only then did the guests remember to ask: Who exactly was this man?
He had only crawled out of a pile of medicinal dregs at eleven, yet reached the Nascent Soul Realm by twenty.
But in the deepest part of the Tianyan Sect's treasury, a letter bearing a bloody seal told him this was only the beginning.
Beyond the nine realms of the mortal world lay the Star Sea. Beyond the Star Sea were the Three Thousand Star Domains. At the end of those domains sat the Fatekeeper, who held dominion over the destinies of all beings.
Gu Ji opened his ledger. On the first page, he crossed out the Tianyan Sect. On the last page, he wrote two words: Fatekeeper.
Along the way, a group of young men would gather around him: afraid of death, eager to freeload, and quicker with their tongues than their swords. Later, when the galaxy was turned upside down and all races hunted them down, they stood in front of him, one after another.
