Chapter 1

The world gradually grew stable.

Throughout the entire continent, eight imperial dynasties stood side by side, with countless small states coexisting.

Some enthusiasts even ranked the eight imperial dynasties by strength: Dominant Qin, Powerful Han, Tyrannical Sui, Prosperous Tang, Wealthy Song, Barbaric Yuan, Rigid Ming, Slave Qing.

Due to the people's strong martial spirit.

Outside the great imperial dynasties, countless sects and guilds sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

The well-known ones were too numerous to count.

There was the Lord of Bai Yun City, whose sword came from the west, and a fairy-like immortal descended from beyond the heavens.

There was the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, who roamed the martial world for over thirty years, slaughtered all his enemies, defeated every hero, and found no rival under heaven.

There was also the grand master Zhang Sanfeng, who stood alone as a sect, his fame spreading across the land.

In short, to sum it up.

This was the best of times, and the worst of times!

Qinglong Peak, Qinglong Shanzhuang.

This was a shanzhuang standing atop a peak a thousand zhang high.

Its decorations were hardly Jin Bihuihuang, nor carved beams and painted rafters.

Yet the faint aura of antiquity and weightiness it exuded proved its extraordinariness.

In the shanzhuang's rear garden.

A young man in a black long robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starlit eyes, calmly brewed tea.

His refined, otherworldly aura, combined with the surroundings at this moment.

If anyone were here, they would surely whisper, "What business in the mountains? Pine pollen brewed into wine, spring water boiled for tea—Young Master Lu Wushuang."

Unfortunately, no one was fortunate enough to witness this scene.

Suddenly!

The young man, raising his hand to drink the fragrant tea, paused slightly.

He looked up with deep eyes toward the void.

A faint hint of interest appeared on his face.

"Is chaos finally coming?"

Ximen Wudi smiled scornfully and slowly withdrew his gaze.

This was his sixtieth year in this world.

Sixty years ago, due to an accident, he transmigrated into this world.

Simultaneously, he activated a system named Divine Check-in.

As long as he checked in daily, he could obtain divine weapons, cultivation techniques, pills, and more.

He checked in for sixty years.

Over these years, he did not know how many spiritual pills he had consumed, how many divine techniques he had learned, or how many divine weapons he had acquired.

Even he did not know how strong he had become.

Because few could force him to use a second move!

Over sixty years.

He witnessed the conflicts among the nations.

He witnessed the rise and fall of countless guilds and sects.

As a former upper-class figure in his past life, he clearly understood the importance of power.

Coupled with his backing from the system and boundless resources,

He naturally established his own power.

But this power remained largely unknown.

Yet one point must be mentioned:

The Qinglong Society he founded differed markedly from the guilds and sects of the nations.

Besides the seven Dragon Leaders at its head,

There were twelve halls, also known as the Twelve Months.

Each hall represented a month, from the first to the twelfth.

Every three halls formed one of the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter.

Beneath the twelve halls were three hundred and sixty-five branches.

Each corresponding to one of the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

Within the Qinglong Society, there circulated this saying:

Those who serve Tiqinglong Society either succeed or die!

Boom—Boom—Boom!!!

At that moment,

A violent roar erupted high above the nine heavens.

In an instant, it spread across all nine provinces.

Countless people, stunned, instinctively looked up toward the void.

They saw the once clear sky suddenly blaze with blinding Jin Guang.

So intense was the light that even the sun seemed dimmed in comparison.

When the Jin Guang faded,

The world finally saw what had changed in the void.

A golden scroll spanning the sky hung suspended in the heavens.

All mortals who saw the scroll heard within their minds a voice, majestic yet utterly indifferent.

"The Heaven's Dao Golden List!"

Instantly,

the Nine Provinces trembled, and all mortals were stunned.

Some with keen minds tightly furrowed their brows.

In the Qin Empire, upon the palace ramparts.

The solemn Qin Huang Hearing Ying Zheng gazed at the Heaven's Dao Golden List in the void, his brows slightly knitted.

"Such a celestial omen— the Nine Provinces' balance is bound to undergo a great transformation!"

Though somewhat puzzled and curious,

Hearing Ying Zheng felt no trace of alarm in his heart.

"Your Majesty, shall I send the Shuxia Sect's Luo Wang to investigate?"

Beside him, Zhao Gao bowed slightly, his face filled with reverence.

"No need. Just bring Lord Donghuang and the State Tutor here."