Cold Moon Ancient City was an ancient city within the demon territory of the Primordial Heaven Realm. Humans were scarce there; most humanoid beings were not human, but transformed members of nonhuman races.
"Piercing heaven and earth, calculating past and present, ancient secrets, earth-shattering news—all for sale at a price..."
Someone was shouting from a street corner. A banner stood by the roadside, bearing four flamboyant characters: Calculating All People and Matters Under Heaven.
Beneath the banner sat an old Daoist cross-legged. He looked immortal and refined, carrying an unworldly air, while quite a few cultivators surrounded him.
"You old fraud, you're swindling people again..."
"One is willing to be cheated, the other is willing to cheat. Who told you to believe him?"
No one around believed the old Daoist. He must have had a bad record before this, for everyone looked at him with utter disdain.
The day had originally been clear and bright. Yet when the Little Stone Emperor's tomb underwent its great change, winds and clouds surged, and dark clouds shrouded all of Cold Moon City.
"What is this..."
The old Daoist at the street corner suddenly raised his head toward the heavens. A bolt of lightning descended from above, its terrifying power emitting dazzling radiance. Before everyone's eyes, the old Daoist vanished.
Within Cold Moon City, countless creatures turned pale in fright. The few people closest to the old Daoist had seen clearly that before disappearing, the old man had raised his left hand. On his left palm were seven red birthmarks arranged like the Big Dipper. According to legends of the cultivation world, one born so extraordinary was absolutely an exceptional being, a King who commanded ultimate power.
"That old fraud was taken away?"
"Mastering the Seven Stars and born extraordinary—did we wrong him