In the mist-covered valleys of Mount Qingyun, where cranes circled ancient peaks and rivers whispered forgotten secrets, there once stood the greatest cultivation sect in the Eastern Realm — the Azure Sky Pavilion.
But that was ten years ago.
Now, its broken gates leaned like tired warriors, and its once-glorious halls were claimed by creeping vines.
Under a rain of peach blossoms, a boy knelt before a weathered stone tablet.
His name was Li Tian.
And he was the last disciple of the Jade Sovereign.
"Master," Li Tian whispered, pressing his forehead against the cold stone. "I have broken through to the Third Meridian."
The wind answered him.
No one else would.
Ten years ago, when the Five Demonic Sects united and attacked the righteous factions, the Jade Sovereign stood alone against three Nascent Soul elders. The sky turned crimson that night. Lightning tore mountains apart. Rivers boiled.
By dawn, the Azure Sky Pavilion had fallen.
Only one child survived — hidden beneath the Spirit Reflection Well by the Jade Sovereign's final technique.
That child was Li Tian.