As soon as Leng San woke up in the middle of an unknown forest, he became stupefied. His grandfather, his Leng Clan, and the clan’s enemy, the Asuras, that were fighting against each other were all gone. Moreover, once he circulated qi in his body, he found that his qi was decreased to the first level of the violet stage, which was the lowest level! At the moment, Leng San was no different from an ordinary boy. without qi, he was extremely in despair.



As Leng San was the only hope of the Leng Clan, his grandfather had to send him through time to 1,500 years in the future, in order to completely escape from the pursuing of the Asuras. If the grandfather did not decrease Leng San’s qi to the lowest level, he might not be able to time travel and eventually get killed.



Leng San must practice his skills to be stronger, to eradicate the Asuras and restore Leng Clan again. A new life awaited for Leng San at the end of the tunnel, he must do this!

Leng San: the Divine Draconic Demon

“Your Majesty, we’ll have to excuse ourselves here. We won’t ask you to get to the coast,” Leng San said, synchronizing his hands as per the courtesy of the martial world. Zhou Wenzhi and Gui Yeza also showed the same gesture.


“Well, no need to be too ceremonial with me. Take care of the two for me,” the Onyx Crocodile King said casually.


After bidding farewell, everyone went back to the coast, leaving the small old man sitting and staring at the wooden Go board in front of him, with his eyes full of thoughts.


“It's not time for me to go yet. Leng Tian, you think so, don't you?” The Onyx Crocodile King muttered to himself while slowly reviewing the Go board in front of him, rearranging it, and playing alone.


The Wind Tyrant