From Martial Arts Apprentice to the Heavens

Throughout the myriad ages, the heavens have obeyed an iron law: the upper limit of civilization ends at Level Nine.

Across countless eras, innumerable prodigies have sought the gates of immortality, only to leave their bones buried in time. Ancient civilizations exhausted their very origins, yet still could not cross that eternal, insurmountable chasm.

Until the Altar of Ten Thousand Daos thundered, and the canopy of Level Nine split open.

And at that moment, Chen Mo was merely an unknown youth from the Qinghe Martial Arts Hall in Qinghe Town.

He possessed nothing but a mortal body and a martial path that had not yet carried him far.

Starting from the martial arts hall, he would temper his sinews and bones, hone his vital blood, and climb upward step by step.

This was a long road.

Long enough that, at its end, he might perhaps glimpse the heavens.