Xuanhuan: I Have Unlimited Supreme Enlightenment

The Sword-Seeking Sect stands among seventy-two peaks. Its towering mountains are arranged with striking elegance, like a celestial paradise on earth. Range upon range of peaks rise like sharp sword points piercing the heavens. Inside a magnificent tower with vermilion-painted balconies on Sword-Nurturing Peak, Zhang Heng gazed at the impossibly handsome face in the mirror, smacking his lips in admiration. “Handsome. Damn, I'm really handsome.” “If I were back in the modern world, I'd have it made as an idol on looks alone.” The man in the mirror was Zhang Heng, a transmigrator. He had transmigrated to a fantasy world, where the mighty could pluck stars from the sky and seize the moon, destroy heaven and earth, and do as they pleased.