The day the sect handed out its immortal arts, Shen Yan saw an extra line of text appear on the page.
[Master the first layer to draw qi into your body. Cost: three years of life.]
Others saw only the path to immortality. He saw the price of every step.
Whose life does an immortal pill consume? Whose years does a divine sword take? Those opportunities supposedly without a cost, whose accounts are they being charged to?
From mine laborer to sword-bearing seeker of the Dao, Shen Yan first seeks to survive, then to grow strong. In the end, he will ask all the immortals and gods in the heavens one question:
"Why should I have to pay for your immortality?"
