Above the wasteland.
Boulders flew wildly, like a tempest of chaos ravaging the world!
And above the Great Rift Valley—
The clouds churned and billowed.
Qianyuan realm experts on both sides unleashed spiritual energy, constructing one bridge after another of spiritual energy above the rift.
Atop these bridges,
Raging spiritual energy surged, accompanied by the bone-chilling wails of ghosts!
The two armies clashed.
Ning Chenxin stood upon the ranks, Dao Law in hand.
Clad in plain blue robes, flaring lightly without the wind.
Upon his back, a simple, even patched-up basket for books.
He looked every bit the ordinary scholar, quietly enduring bitter study, yearning for fame and success.
He was but a speck among those mortals unable to cultivate, seeking to change fate through the imperial exams.
Yet—
This ordinary-looking young scholar,
With Dao Law in hand, by his strength alone,
Spoke with words that shaped reality and summoned Heavenly Generals.
