The opening lines are an endless churn of sand and dust, which drifted across the sky.
Layered hills stretched into the distance, and the wilderness lay utterly silent.
A crescent moon hung like a hook in the deep-blue sky, quietly spilling its pale, mournful light.
Suddenly, space rippled in the vast shadow cast by a dune, and a fissure appeared.
A figure in a black robe, carrying a saber, stepped through. In an instant, the power of heaven and earth from the entire territory of the Tower of Reincarnation surged like an ocean, roaring as it poured into his body.
Pei Ling instinctively swept his Spiritual Sense in every direction. The barren desert was deserted, with no intelligent life in sight. He immediately raised a hand and set up a protective formation.
Then he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.
The ancestors of the Tower of Reincarnation had seen that he was walking the Immortal Path, so they hadn't made things too difficult for him.
Even over the allocation of quotas... for some reason, the Tower of Reincarnation had been unusually accommodating. They'd only asked for a quota to enter the Fusheng Realm and hadn't mentioned the nine quotas for becoming an immortal at all.
After he promised to agree, they sent him directly out of the Tower of Reincarnation...
In any case, this was a good thing for Pei Ling.
Now, he only had to wait until he'd absorbed the Tower of Reincarnation's fortune before challenging Wushi Villa...
At the thought, his brow furrowed.
These demonic sects had no regard for the rules at all!
The Innate Religion had sent the entire sect into battle...
The Tower of Reincarnation had brought out its ancestors...
As for Wushi Villa, his next challenge... His master, Yao Qingying, had deliberately told him