The chaotic sky swirls over the dark clouds and earth, the endless stars and moon sink in the celestial light.
Suddenly, incense rises in the mortal world, the North Vein Profound City Great Saint King.
"Zhang Huntu!"
Inside the shattered Daoist Temple, Zhang Wuming gazed at the flickering shadow rising amidst the incense flames, his eyes trembling, his expression dazed.
At this moment, he seemed to return to that year when he was sixteen, to that day.
Dragon and Tiger Profound Altar, the Divine Investiture Ceremony.
Among that batch of disciples, only he was left outside the Magic Altar, the incense did not rise, no divine name was granted.
The Ancestral Master showed no pity for those without a name.
He knelt outside the hall, bowed under the Profound Altar, and looked up, just like a mortal seeking favor from the Immortal Gods.
Those once his peers in cultivation now stood high above, reborn and transformed.
