In the Golden Great Era, prodigies clashed, myriad races rose, and turmoil never ceased. To rise in such chaotic times, you either had to defeat everyone in your path, remain unbeaten, and fight your way to the top.
Or you had to be fast enough to flee the moment things turned ugly, escaping one deadly trap after another just to live out your natural life.
The prodigies who aspired to walk the Emperor Path chose the former. Lin Xian chose the latter.
With this secret art, he could go wherever he pleased. If he could win, he would fight. If he couldn't, he would run. Like a bird taking to the sky or a fish slipping into the sea, nothing would hold him back again.
The Chaotic Ancient Emperor had endured a life of hardship, suffering defeat after defeat. More than once, despair had crushed his will, yet he had survived, held on until the end, and turned everything around in one glorious victory.
His enemies certainly hadn't all been merciful. Once or twice, an opponent might have spared him to display the magnanimity of a Great Emperor.
But among those countless defeats, there had to have been ruthless enemies who wanted to wipe him out for good.
Yet the Chaotic Ancient Emperor had survived every loss and escaped each time. Luck alone could not explain it. The real reason was that he knew Nine Secrets: Qian.
Nine Secrets: Qian was a secret art for cultivating Divine Sense.
Its primary focus was the Primordial Spirit. It granted an undying divinity that helped its practitioner sense danger in battle and resist mental attacks. At its highest levels, it could even foretell what was to come.
That was why it was called "Qian," or "Before." The sea of consciousness within the human