Shenzhou Haotu stretched for countless miles, vast beyond measure.
Mountains rose and fell like a dragon's spine, while rivers surged through the land like veins of blood. Rich spiritual energy filled heaven and earth, nourishing all living things and countless seekers of immortality.
The Orthodox Dao and the Demonic Cult had fought for a thousand years. The bloodshed had never ceased, and heroes and fiends alike had forged legends of triumph and tragedy.
Three great sects stood above the rest of the Orthodox Dao, their names renowned across the land: the Qingyun Sect, Heavenly Sound Temple, and Incense Valley.
Qingyun Mountain, seat of the foremost orthodox sect, had seven perilous peaks that pierced the sky. Wreathed in mist year-round, it resembled an immortal realm on earth.
At that moment, in a secluded spot on the Back Mountain of Tongtian Peak...
An old man with white hair and beard swept at an unhurried pace. The yellow leaves covering the ground seemed as though they would never be cleared away.
Suddenly—
Boom!!!
A violent tremor came from the direction of Huanyue Cave Abode. Spiritual energy erupted, and a fierce wind hurled leaves in every direction like thousands of sharp blades!
A startling light flashed in the old man's clouded eyes. He dropped his broom and stared into the depths of the cave abode, shock written across his aged face.
Deep within Huanyue Cave Abode, spiritual energy was so dense it had nearly taken solid form.
A straight-backed figure in dark green Daoist robes sat cross-legged, spiritual energy seething around him like boiling water.
Master Daoxuan—the current leader of the Qingyun Sect and the leader of the Orthodox Dao.
Daoxuan sat in white robes, his black hair falling over his shoulders. With his handsome, refined features, he looked barely twenty.
He was