Thousand miles of dust

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background.
Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately.
By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world.
Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world.
With the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit, he vowed to forge his own myth!

Sky Ruler Martial Spirit

Master Baiyun's palm wind slammed into a boulder, which instantly crumbled to dust.


Ling Xiao hadn't moved from start to finish.


Because he had analyzed through his Mountain and River Martial Soul that Master Baiyun's attack trajectory wasn't aimed at him.


Behind the boulder, a figure flashed into view.


Dressed in black, the figure was covered in dust, looking slightly embarrassed.


He probably hadn't expected Master Baiyun to employ a feint.


"Hahaha, Uncle Baiyun truly retains the sharpness of his blade, to have discovered your junior." 


As the person revealed himself, True Essence vibrated lightly, and the dust on his body was immediately gone, restoring his dapper appearance.


At this moment, a silver moon palace emblem on his clothing became distinctly exposed.


He appeared to be no more than thirty years old, his face adorned with a smile, yet his eyes held traces of anger and embarrassment.


Chapter 232: The State of Heavenly People_1