Laying Low in the Night Fog, I Prove My Way to Godhood with Old Relics

(Not another cookie-cutter martial arts story set in troubled times. A new world, with a genius who specializes in keeping a low profile.)

After the sun disappears, strange mists blanket the land:

Green mist drifts, and divine beasts race through it.

Purple mist billows, and spirit herbs bloom.

Dark mist yawns like an abyss. Touch it, and you die.

Jiang Ming transmigrates to Ailao Mountain, bearing a Source Martial Mark. Touching old objects makes him stronger.

Ten years of painstaking cultivation can't match one resonant touch!

Touching the [Woodcutter's Axe], he gains [Fifty Years of Woodcutting Martial Intent], making him split logs with unstoppable force.

Touching the [Old Hunter's Bow], he gains [Forty Years of Hunting Martial Intent], hitting his mark from a hundred paces.

Touching a [Fragmentary Manual], he resonates with the complete Heavenly Martial Divine Blade and casually slashes a giant beast of black mist to pieces.

In the Night Mist World, the fog stretches endlessly, the road to heaven is severed, the gods have vanished, and countless cultivators rise up to fight for a way through.

Transcendents, Radiants, Divine Minds, and Giant Spirit Gods each display their extraordinary powers. Strange birds blot out the sky, calamity beasts thrash fiercely beneath the sea, and in the silent mist, hostile cultivators of other races, including Blackbloods, Demon Puppets, and Witch Gu practitioners, watch with ill intent.

Starting as a humble hunter in Ailao Mountain, Jiang Ming roams the Night Mist World and contends with cultivators from every path.

He tramples Spirit Radiance Immortal Seeds, kicks Divine Mind powerhouses, and crushes Giant Spirit God Seeds, striking fear into cultivators everywhere as he advances one step at a time to the summit of the Night Mist World.