The Starry Sky Breaks Through

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the ruined mountains red. Lin Mo sat up from a piece of charred rock, with the dull pain from the impact still lingering on his forehead. He looked down at his hands. The pale golden lines on his palms that had been with him for eighteen years were now emitting a burning light, as if there was lava flowing under his skin. Three days ago, he was the most inconspicuous outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, with mediocre qualifications. After three years of cultivation, he was still lingering on the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. He was a "deadwood" in the eyes of his fellow disciples. But a sudden beast wave completely changed his fate. At that time, a thousand-year-old demon wolf broke through the sect's mountain guard formation and pounced on Lin Mo who was closest to it with its sharp claws. On the line between life and death, the lines on his palm suddenly erupted, and an indescribable force surged down his arm and throughout his body. He didn't even see clearly what he had done. He only remembered that the demon wolf turned into ashes with a shrill wail, and that he was blown away by the aftermath of that power and has been unconscious to this day.