Zhang Cheng, a minor cultivator from the Lingxi Realm, stumbled upon an ancient body-tempering secret art. While the geniuses of spell cultivation surged ahead, he tempered his bones in a pool of lightning and endured the torment of dragon's blood. Then, one day, a Nascent Soul Ancestor struck him in the chest with countless magical weapons, only to see him crush a life-bound treasure with his bare hands, his robes drenched in blood. “Your Dao is only good for scratching an itch.”
Only then did the Three Realms and Six Paths understand: this insignificant ant cultivated a divine ability capable of piercing the heavens.
When the Immortal Realm sent down the Tribulation of Immortal-Slaying Thunder, he tore through the void and charged straight up, baring his gleaming white teeth at the trembling gates of the Immortal Realm. “Heh heh, it's my turn to become an immortal. You lot up there, are you ready? I'm coming to beat you up!”
