Wu Yanping sat behind his desk. Before him was a projection from the Myriad Realms Universal Talisman, displaying the Martial World Post Station forum.
He was still young, not yet twenty, yet already a well-known figure on the forum. This was because he was widely read and could reel off all manner of jianghu anecdotes and martial arts knowledge with ease, making him seem like a learned, powerful expert.
He browsed the forum at his leisure. Two reproduced volumes of ancient texts lay on his desk. Wu Yanping had earned the forum's respect only after doing countless hours of research in private and pouring in untold effort.
"Once I open my Four Apertures, I'll travel the world..." His thoughts wandered as he imagined how his life was about to change.
Suddenly, he noticed that his study had grown inexplicably brighter. Following his instincts, he looked out the window.
The moment he did, his gaze froze. Layer upon layer of misty shapes had appeared in the sky, like nine different heavens stacked one atop another. The highest layer was too hazy to make out, but every layer below it was filled with ruin. He could see pavilions and halls leaning over and collapsing, while an ethereal, supreme feeling drifted from them.
"This is..." Wu Yanping completely forgot that he was still locked in a heated debate on the forum. The scene before him seemed familiar.
He had heard of it somewhere!
His gaze swept across the room and landed on the texts atop his desk. His heart lurched violently as he finally understood where that sense of familiarity came from!
Two years ago, he had read a book of general knowledge about ancient legends. It had described various strange phenomena, one of which perfectly matched what lay outside.
It was called