Cultivators can split mountains with their bare hands, destroy cities with a wave, shape energy into forms, and move mountains and create seas. They pluck stars from above and seize the moon's radiance, pierce the firmament with a finger, and destroy all that is extraordinary. Below, they gather mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles, shatter forests and streams with their might, and quiet the dust and clamor.
Li Putong had lived for years among a crowd of powerful figures without knowing it. Reborn, he spent every day wondering how to join a sect and become a cultivator. When he left his small town, he discovered that the contemporary Chess Saint was no match for the old man at the village entrance, the Fist Saint couldn't hold a candle to the old man training at the martial arts school, the contemporary Sword Saint was inferior to the butcher who slaughtered pigs, and the Wine Saint's wine wasn't even as good as what he'd brought from the little tavern in town. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. When Li Putong tried to return to town, he could no longer find it…
