Chi Lianxue felt as though he had returned to the time when he had first set foot upon the Dao Path. Back then, his strength had been meager, yet every day he had felt like a true High Person. His elders were always saying how lavish the Chiyang Sect had been in its ancestors' day, how its glorious traditions could not be cast aside no matter what. He had believed it too.
Unfortunately, Chi Lianxue soon came to understand that he lived in an age that revered the present Dharma rather than the ancient. A long history without real, tangible strength to match it was nothing but a joke. Unwilling to fade into mediocrity, Chi Lianxue had boldly gone to the West Border, battling the Demon Race along the coastal waters of the Western Sea. It had taken him a full ten years to amass considerable wealth among Foundation Establishment Cultivators. But perhaps he had said something like, "Once I finish this battle, I'll return home and revive the sect." During that final battle, he had stumbled into an ancient Demon Race secret realm, and then...
Everything was gone. His connections, his cultivation, and even the most fundamental thing of all—his lifespan.
At the time, he had been utterly despairing. Yet he had never expected that "thing" he had dragged out of the secret realm to become his greatest opportunity! He had already gained entry into the Jimie Fentian Palm, something he had not even dared dream of before. The Five Excellences elites who had once stood high above him and looked down on him had been chased by him like dead dogs, scrambling everywhere. More importantly... even if he killed Wang Qi, the people behind him could suppress the matter!
Although every second made him feel his lifespan slipping