Sword Flight

The Tongtian Continent.

Here, cultivators reign supreme.

A warrior can shatter stone with a single punch.

Those whose martial souls awaken can shatter the void and roam the stars.

A spiritualist can decide whether someone lives or dies with a single thought.

And a spiritualist who has reached the pinnacle can destroy an entire world with a flick of the fingers.

Whether spiritualists or warriors, they can both command the wind and rain.

The study of cultivation had reached a fever pitch. Every cultivator in the world yearned obsessively for that supreme realm.

Cultivators advanced through the following realms: Human, Dharma, Earth, Heaven, Sect, Venerable, Saint, King, Emperor, Immortal, God, and Imperial. The hierarchy was rigid.

The people here were fierce. If you refused to back down, you fought. Strength gave you the right to speak.

Chen Haotian was an aerospace elite.

During a space mission, he mysteriously transmigrated here, where strange events began happening throughout Jiuzhou.

Ancient wells turned blood-red and foul-smelling, while plants bloomed out of season.

Thunder roared in clear skies. The earth shook from time to time, destroying countless houses and bridges.

Roosters laid eggs, frost fell in June, rain poured through the dry season, gales blew in winter, and spring brought hailstones as big as bowls.

Ordinary farmers could barely make a living.

Cultivators fared somewhat better, but the scarcity of resources still wore them down.