The Immortal Martial Crown Prince: My Retinue Is Full of Geniuses

In a world of immortals and martial arts, the era was shrouded in darkness.

An ancient temple’s stone Buddha shone with brilliant light, only for this era to crumble and turn to ash. A golden Daoist scroll gleamed with pure radiance, its light flowing like a bright moon rising over the sea, its rosy glow spilling forth, yet even it could not escape decay. Ancient traditions had once spoken with the authority of heaven and plucked stars from the sky, their numbers beyond counting. Now, they could only be glimpsed in old papers buried beneath thick layers of dust.

Then Ning An entered the world. He had spent seven years sitting alone in the desolate palace, like an ephemeral creature that hears the Dao at dawn and dies by dusk.

It was the most tedious beginning imaginable. Amid countless prodigies vying to cross the river, how difficult it was to seize even a sliver of hope!

Yet a gray-mist Source Castle allowed him to glimpse the light in the darkness.

The Kunpeng Emperor’s son, born amid the collapse of an era, ascended through the nine heavens and descended into the depths. Once he had grasped the Great Dao, he bowed toward the east, then went alone to suppress the Eye of Hell.

A female emperor defied adversity, following the ancient path of pollen from the wasteland. She rose from the brink of despair and swept aside every enemy beneath the heavens. Deep within her palace, a portrait was hung in the most conspicuous place.

The smiling Buddha’s child, who plucked flowers with a smile, followed the path of the ancient Buddhas and gave alms to all the world. His heart held boundless compassion. No one knew where he came from. They only knew he revered a man as the Buddha Lord…

The histories never end, and time flows on. When the old papers buried by the years were uncovered, the name Ning An had left an indelible mark.