The Nine Domains' Emperor Slayer

Yang Chen spent six years as a good-for-nothing.

In Qingshi City, everyone knew that the boy by the back gate of the Yang family estate had a dantian like a dried-up well. No matter how hard he cultivated, he couldn't produce a trace of spiritual energy. At the mines, he carried the heaviest rocks, took the harshest beatings, and ate the coldest meals. His cousin trampled his basket, the clan chief docked his pay, and even the strays at the mine couldn't be bothered to bark at him.

Only An He believed in him.

Every morning, the girl appeared in the rear courtyard and gave him two meat buns and a bowl of ginger soup. “Brother Yang Chen, one day you'll become someone incredibly, incredibly amazing.” He remembered those words for six years. He carried them in the mine dust, in his wounds, and in every mouthful of blood he swallowed.

Until the day he opened a different kind of eye deep in the mine.

He saw the crisscrossing patterns between heaven and earth, the paths along which spiritual energy flowed, and the Spirit-Devouring Seal that had locked his dantian for six years. It turned out he wasn't a good-for-nothing. Someone had sealed his power.

A broken sword, a black stone, and a Dragon Abyss buried underground. Step by step, he began to climb. From Qingshi City to the Qingyun Sect, from the imperial capital of Great Qian to the sacred lands of the Nine Domains. The people who once trampled him couldn't even catch his shadow anymore.

But when he finally stood at the summit of the Nine Domains, he discovered that repairing the shattered Heavenly Dao would cost far more than he had imagined. And the girl who had said she wanted to see him become someone incredibly, incredibly amazing had waited for him too long.

“Brother Yang Chen, one day you'll become someone incredibly, incredibly amazing.”

“I'll be waiting to see it.”

This is a story about someone who crawled up out of the mud.