He lived an unremarkable life. Given another chance, he forged his resentment into a blade.
In his previous life, Wang Jingxing retired a failure. Reborn, he was still a low-ranking court clerk, and all he wanted was to live quietly. Then the Heavenly Dao came knocking. This man who had spent half his life in mediocrity became an agent tasked with crossing between worlds to hunt down vicious villains. White hair and a Taoist crown, a snow-white fan and a long sword: his journey across the myriad heavens began in Xinzheng. The Night Owl of the Beichen Dynasty lurked in the depths of the night, the Nine Suns Heavenly Art burned away demons and monsters, and the Eight Ink-Dance Forms swept away the evil miasma. An ordinary man unwilling to remain mediocre, he gradually went from being a pawn to the one making the moves.
Drunk and reclining in a small boat, he dreamed of gathering a tide of stars. In this cosmic game of chess, he was determined to be the variable.
