On the day of the spiritual qi revival, Ye Shi'an was still playing games in his dorm.
The next second, the world grew a hundred times larger. Monsters ran rampant, and spirit herbs were everywhere. While everyone else scrambled for spirit springs, joined sects, and became heroes, Ye Shi'an found a path better suited to him: kidnapping.
“You guys go save the world. I just want to get my hands on some spirit stones.”
By cheating, swindling, and preying on other crooks, he thrived in this chaotic age. Then he clubbed Zhou Tianci, a rich second-generation student from the physical education department, stole a piece of Azure Spirit Jade, and casually chomped down on a lingzhi mushroom. That was when he discovered a purple-gold flow of qi and blood hidden within him.
It was a seed planted thirty thousand years ago: the Heavenly Tyrant Body.
From then on, his path of cultivation went completely off course. While others meditated and refined pills, he tempered his body through fighting. While others studied under masters, he kidnapped and extorted. While others pursued immortality, he pondered how to rob the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao reaps all living beings once every two hundred thousand years? This is already the sixth time? And there are eighty thousand years left?
Ye Shi'an stuffed spirit herbs he had “borrowed” from all over into his mouth. “Fine. Eighty thousand years is enough for me to swindle the entire sea of stars.”
Six eras of reincarnation, eight harvests. The living endure, and the Heavenly Dao transcends. The living don't want to die, and the Heavenly Dao doesn't want to wait.
Ye Shi'an hadn't wanted to get involved in this mess either. But if the Heavenly Dao wanted his life, then he'd have to reason with it.
One force breaks ten thousand techniques; ten thousand battles make a god.
In this life, he'll make the Heavenly Dao understand:
Some lives must not be taken.
