On the day of the martial arts exam, Zeng Liang shattered the strength-testing stone.
A zero-rank good-for-nothing, he had broken the stone with one punch. Everyone thought he had been hiding his true strength. Only he could see the countless gray threads hanging from the gray membrane overhead, wrapped around every martial artist like puppet strings. The most numerous and thickest threads were wrapped around him.
For seventeen years, he had believed the ancient jade his mother left him was a protective charm. Then the jade grew hot, and he awakened the ability to see the truth. Four words appeared in his mother's diary: Do not awaken.
His talent was a vessel planted by the Heavenly Dao for harvesting. His maxed-out comprehension was the sign that the Spirit-Nurturing Seal had matured. The more clearly he saw, the more brutally he was drained.
But Zeng Liang rebelled.
He devoured the Heavenly Dao's origin, severed the Spirit-Nurturing Seal, and gathered the three keys: ancient jade, frost blood, and the Reversal Dao Compendium. He fought his way through the impostor agent of the Heavenly Dao. The Cloud Heaven Sect, the Heaven-Patrolling Envoys, the Faceless Reapers: one came, one died.
But the impostor Heavenly Dao was only a puppet. The true Heavenly Dao had been corrupted for ten thousand years by an ancient, former Heavenly Dao, and the harvesting mechanism was etched into the world's very origin. Zeng Liang's parents had reinforced the seal with their soulflames, and their lingering souls remained trapped in the Boundless Realm beyond the heavens.
He would fight his way in. He would save his parents, end the harvest, and rewrite the corrupted laws of the Heavenly Dao.
Deep in the Boundless Realm beyond the heavens, that primordial giant eye had opened for an instant. It had memorized his face.
"You planted me. I'll devour you."
