Creation Above the Ruins

He was once the greatest prodigy in the Spirit Realm in countless ages, single-handedly towering over all his peers across the heavens. At sixteen, he pierced the veil between life and death. Born with an unrivaled Dao physique, he regarded the immortals as ants and laughed at other prodigies as mere dogs. At the Myriad Immortals Platform, he faced the Four Sects and Nine Dynasties alone and declared, “Come at me all at once.” Then four Evolved Ancestors joined forces to shatter his path to immortality, seal away his immortal power, and cast him down into the mortal world. The place where he fell was called the Mortal Ruins. The lowest realm in all the heavens, it was barren of spiritual energy and its Great Dao was incomplete. The once exalted young lord of Shangqing had become a gravely wounded boy on the brink of death, picked up by a defeated remnant of a crumbling dynasty and carried in their wagon. The Great Yong Dynasty was on the verge of collapse. Snow and wind buried the dead, and corpses littered the land. In the midst of chaos, he opened his eyes and, for the first time, smelled the sweat and smoky warmth of mortal life. It was a scent the Spirit Realm had never known. But what he could not remember was that, in his previous life, he had been the Ancient Emperor of Nirvana. Countless ages ago, he committed an irreparable crime against an entire era. His senior brother personally sealed his Imperial Soul and sent him into reincarnation. All his arrogance, disrespect, and disdain for everyone in this life were echoes of the “sinner” buried deep within his Imperial Soul. Beyond the heavens, there are even higher skies.