Once, Jiang Zuo thought the strongest people in the world were probably heavyweight boxing champions appearing on live television, or special forces bodyguards who protected the country's most important figures.
Later, after Jiang Zuo met his master, he learned that there were people far stronger than so-called heavyweight boxing champions—the cultivators.
His master's appearance completely overturned the education Jiang Zuo had received over the past twenty years. Thus, he joined the cultivators' doomed army without hesitation—but why call it a doomed army? Because his master had half-jokingly said, with some seriousness, that cultivation was a dead end.
Jiang Zuo, who had become utterly fascinated by the cultivators' various incredible abilities, did not lament the hardships of life or discuss this dead end with his master. Instead, he burned with enthusiasm and tried to dig out every last secret his master possessed.
Flying through the sky and burrowing into the earth, overturning mountains and seas—those enormous powers described in novels with epic grandeur.
But Jiang Zuo had never witnessed them. According to his master, he was somewhere in the middle of the Dao world, neither high nor low.
What did the peak look like?
Jiang Zuo did not know.
But perhaps the man before him, wielding Three Foot Green Peak, was that so-called peak. Every Sword Light possessed the might of a tactical missile, and every movement caused the air to boom violently!
When he struck out with his palm, the earth sank several inches. His furious roar brought a savage wind, and his gaze was sharp as a blade, making it seem as though even one's soul would be sliced apart.
There was actually a cultivator this powerful in the world!
Figures fell from the sky one after another... The ground was covered with "Gaia" corpses.
Jiang Zuo did not