I Built a Club for Those Who Transmigrate

Across the Myriad Worlds, the Great Dao takes countless forms. Some devour strange flames and prove themselves as the Flame Emperor. Some are happy to retreat behind everyone else, keeping a low profile until they reach the peak. Some go mad and become demons, feeding on the bizarre and forgetting the ages. Some wield the art of yin-yang union, enchanting all things and draining the world's yang essence. One figure is half demon, half Buddha, half weeping, half laughing, dragging a broken body along the road to pilgrimage. One welcomes wealth from every direction with an iron fan in hand, gathering vitality from across the seas to forge his own Great Dao. Some create their own techniques to suppress darkness and cut across the ages. A mighty hand turns heaven and earth into a chessboard, using all living beings as pieces and playing with them in the palm of its hand. And these mighty figures all seem to come from the same faction. Some call them transmigrators.