Beneath the Hanging Heavens

In this interstellar age of rampant mechs and patrolling star-destroyers, cultivating immortality is nothing but a joke.

Lu Chen has spent fourteen years cultivating in seclusion. With spiritual energy almost entirely depleted, all his efforts have yielded little more than party tricks: “levitating a strand of hair and blowing a fallen leaf.” He accepts his fate and prepares to leave the mountain, get a soul-crushing office job, and live out the rest of his days.

Then, on his eighteenth birthday, the golden finger that had lain dormant in his sea of consciousness for years suddenly activates: an immortal crystal containing “ten to the eighteenth power” points of spiritual energy. He used to spend a whole day cultivating to gather a hundred points of spiritual dust. Now he has a million trillion, and it will never run out!

But before he can even celebrate, a terrifying will from above the heavens hangs over him like the sword of Damocles. Some unknown being is surveying its domain. Any supernatural being bold enough to bare their claws will be seen as a threat.

Lu Chen sobers up at once. In this world, where every cultivator has vanished without a trace and hides in the shadows, exposure means death.

He conceals all his abilities and uses a “sympathy” technique that lets him sense people's hearts to get a job at an upscale club as a handsome, quiet, harmless decoration. He plans to keep a low profile while building up his strength, but one problem after another comes knocking.

His “special aura,” which can steady other people's emotions, catches the eye of a beautiful CEO at a multinational corporation, who hires him as her “personal assistant” for a handsome salary.

While everyone thinks he is just a pretty face living off his looks, Lu Chen is silently weaving a vast web over everyone's senses with his boundless spiritual energy and brand-new techniques.

There are gods three feet above your head?

Then I'll blind the gods first, and take their place!