A strange boy appeared in Qingya Mountain.
With a mixed spiritual root and a good-for-nothing fate, he was looked down on by everyone in the village.
Then, on the night his enemies massacred the village, the scrap of bronze his father had left him began to shine.
A ghostly old man was hidden inside it. The old man said, "You're no good-for-nothing. You're the only Primordial Dao Body of this age."
He crawled out from a pile of corpses and entered a sect with an axe for chopping wood in his hand.
He endured being trampled on by the outer sect. He remembered every knife his fellow disciples thrust into his back. Nobody expected him to win the tournament, but he shattered a Golden Core cultivator with one punch. He won the sect championship and made a name for himself in the sacred lands, soaring ever higher, only to be betrayed by the brother he trusted most.
His spiritual root was destroyed, his cultivation stolen, and he was thrown into a death cell. Everyone thought he was finished.
But he climbed out of another pile of corpses in an alternate space. The day his spiritual root was restored, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth bowed to him.
He didn't fight his way back for revenge. He did it because he discovered that the Heavenly Dao of this world was broken.
Ten thousand years ago, someone used all the people of the Three Realms as kindling, hoping to reforge the Immortal Realm. That person was called the Extraterritorial Supreme.
And he was the only one in the prophecy who could extinguish that fire.
A mountain village boy, a bronze fragment, a prophecy of apocalypse. He fights his way from Qingya Mountain to the end of the Ninth Heaven, only to discover that the work the Dao Ancestor left unfinished is his to complete.
