The Saint Burial Realm.
For the people living in the new era, it is a prosperous world with countless races thriving, fighting for dominance.
But unknown to them, this was a graveyard of an era long dead, with countless inheritance buried by time, with no one being able to find them.
In the most secluded northeastern corner of this realm lay the Fragrant Flower City, a place known for its resilient flora that bloomed even in the presence of deathly Qi.
At the heart of this city sat the Jiang Clan manor, a sprawling complex of grey stone and weathered jade.
Inside the opulent, yet stiflingly quiet chambers of the young master, a body that had been motionless for hours suddenly convulsed.
Jiang Chen bolted upright in his bed, his lungs burning as he gasped for air like a drowning man breaking the surface of a dark lake.
