Offering flowers before the Buddha

Our world had been polluted.
The emergence of Extraordinary Creatures, legends of ghosts and demons, Cultivation and Evolution, the clash of mystical objects and techniques, the doors to other dimensions had been opened. Some fought to cross, others fled... All of this began after the Sky Tipping.

The Post Sky Tipping Era

Accompanied by the rumble of dull thunder, bright flames burst forth outside the dilapidated temple. Along with the neighing of a steed, a wild and unrestrained laughter reverberated over the modest peak.


"Hahaha, Zhao Ge, don't be naive. Today, not a single remnant of Zhao's Martial Arts Hall will escape; all of you shall die right here."


Following that, a figure strode forward against the night sky, his movements agile. Within a few steps, he had charged to the peak and stood before the temple's wide-open gate.


The man wore a gray robe. Although not particularly tall, his figure was robust, muscles bulging all over. The heat emanating from him hit one's face even before he drew close.


"A Martial Artist of the Blood Refining Realm, Han Meng."


Chapter 117: Crisis in the Deserted Temple (Additional chapter for alliance leader and book friend 20200908213735164)_2