Xie Linyuan was the Lord of the Myriad Realms, ruling three thousand planes for a hundred thousand years. Then his most trusted brother betrayed him.
His remnant soul shattered into 108 pieces and fell into the Illusory Realms. Each shard was sealed within the fortune of an exceptionally wicked person: the more evil they were, the more firmly a shard clung to them. There was only one way to reclaim it: face-slap them in public until their fortune crumbled.
The problem was, the Soul Hunters sent by Tianshu had arrived before him.
A fiancee who breaks off their engagement, a sanctimonious holy son, a do-gooder who is generous with other people's money, and a hunter posing as an ally. In every world, he must recover a shard while being hunted. With every face-slapping, he comes one step closer to the summit of the Myriad Realms.
Wearing a tattered ancient robe and carrying a rusty iron sword, he is mocked for being shabby and poor. Yet with that battered sword, he shatters mechs, cleaves starships, and severs the necks that villains are so proud of.
The sword spirit asks him, "Master, you once ruled the Myriad Realms. Isn't it beneath you to squabble with these people now?"
Xie Linyuan wipes the blood from his blade. "My soul is inside them. Whether it's beneath me is for me to decide."
No female lead, no CP, a single protagonist on an exhilarating journey through countless planes.
One sword breaks all laws, and puts every doubter in their place.
Okay, I won't update anymore. I'm going to take a rest. I'll burn it out. The editor will review it lightly. I'm a newbie who doesn't know anything. JPG
I'm going to take a break to update another chapter. Let me think about what to write next.