Lin Yuan transmigrated.
No System, no wise old mentor, just a pair of eyes the previous owner used to peep at his senior sister bathing.
Everyone treats him like a rat in the gutter. Even the outer-sect servants dare to kick him around.
Until one day, he discovers that what he sees goes far beyond appearances.
The aloof Holy Maiden seems pure and untouchable, but she’s been poisoned by a rare toxin and has no more than three years to live.
The sect’s Holy Son is the very picture of grace and virtue, yet secretly cultivates demonic arts by draining his fellow disciples’ blood essence.
A crack lies at the heart of the sect’s sacred artifact, one even the sect leader has failed to notice.
Even the bright moon in the sky is slowly... falling apart.
Others cultivate the sword or train their fists.
Lin Yuan cultivates “knowledge.”
He knows the angle of your next strike, the weakest point in the circulation of your technique, and the secret you least want anyone to discover.
Everything about you is a weakness in my eyes.
When the Immortal Envoys of the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance descend, looking down on all living beings as if they were ants,
Lin Yuan simply raises his eyes and smiles.
“Even your Heavenly Dao... has a weakness.”
