This obsession was like an inescapable haze that had long hung over Lu Qian's heart. It had even nearly caused him to perish during the heart demon tribulation of his Spirit Transformation stage advancement.
Had his master not intervened in time and used supreme magic power to disperse the heart demon, the grass on his grave might have cultivated into spirits after all these years.
Lu Qian had originally been the young sect master of some insignificant sect, with only Foundation Establishment stage cultivation at the time.
Though he had no idea that he possessed the heaven-defying Gold-Controlling Physique, he relied on his uniquely gifted metal-attributed Heavenly Spiritual Root to advance by leaps and bounds on the path of cultivation.
At only twenty years old, he had already reached the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage. Golden torrents of spiritual energy, seemingly solidified, surged endlessly through his meridians.
Such astonishing talent made several nearby insignificant sects deeply wary.
In this remote region, the strongest fighters of those sects were merely Core Formation cultivators.
Once Lu Qian successfully formed his core, given his talent, forming a Nascent Soul would only be a matter of time.
By then, those sects would have no foothold left in this region. Thus, three sects secretly joined forces and brazenly massacred his sect on a dark and windy night.
Fortunately, Lu Qian had gone out to attend a gathering and narrowly escaped disaster.
After learning the terrible news, Lu Qian felt as though his heart were being cut by knives, but he also knew that he was no match for them.
Alone in the survival-of-the-fittest Immortal Cultivation World, he could only endure and lie low if he wished to find even a sliver of hope.
So he concealed his tracks, found a hidden place, and