Ye Qing was cooling off on the roof of his own house when a meteor fell from the sky and killed him. He transmigrated to the interstellar age, thirteen thousand years in the future.
In this era, the technology tree had gone askew. Humanity's main path was not technology, but cultivation.
It was a mad age. He heard familiar names from myth and legend: the Purple and Azure Swords, the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the Chaos Bell, and the Lord of Heaven, Tongtian. It was said that true immortals with primordial spirits lived for more than a hundred thousand years and possessed peerless divine abilities, able to seize stars and moons and toy with the workings of the universe.
It was also a fallen age. Extraterritorial Chaos Demon Gods had invaded, the Heavenly Dao was shattered, the Sages had fallen, the Immortal Realm had splintered, and the Heavenly Court had crashed down.
Amid this grand and turbulent age, Ye Qing, an insignificant nobody, relied on a wisp of undying light that had accompanied him through transmigration to rise step by step and embark on a journey beyond the mortal world.
