The Lord of Ten Thousand Arts, Starting as a Hunter

The dynasty nears its end, and conflict erupts on all sides. The great clans exploit the people, while the royal family rots from within. Shen Xian wakes to find himself a condemned man exiled to the frontier. With no relatives or connections, he is adrift in this troubled age, like duckweed on a wild river or willow fluff in the rain. Fortunately, he has a Hunting Panel: by hunting prey, he can gain their traits. 【Hunt a goshawk: iron talons, eyes that see a thousand miles.】 【Hunt the mountain lord: a tiger's might that shakes the land and leaves every beast trembling.】 【Hunt a true dragon: it can grow or shrink, ascend or vanish; summon clouds and breathe mist, conceal its scales and hide its form.】 【Hunt a phoenix: blessed with the five virtues, it leaves treasure wherever it lands.】 【Hunt a qilin, hunt a taotie, hunt...】 Thousands of years later, Shen Xian has gathered billions of traits within himself, reflecting all things. Suddenly, he looks up at the sky, his face brightening with delight. “The heavens seem to be alive.” “If it's alive, I can kill it!” 【Hunt the Heavenly Dao: command heaven and earth, wield all paths; with a wave of your hand, summon earth, fire, water, and wind; close your eyes, and all things fall into silence.】