First Immortal of the Sword - Chapter 1915 - A Taboo Divine Tribulation, the Graveyard of the Gods

Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

Ning Shu had dropped dead. But in a burst of good fortune she became a task-taker in charge of counterattacking for pitiful cannon fodder. Thus, Ning Shu, in one world after another, took all kinds of life roles, encountered all kinds of ‘you’re heartless, you’re ruthless, you’re making trouble for no reason’ people. She encountered all sorts of white lotus flowers, green tea b*tches, scheming b*tches, by the batch.

In a world of celestial beings and monstrous cultivators, an ancient power awakens, bestowing upon all living beings the Heavenly Interface—a mysterious system that allows them to visualize and track their cultivation progress. This divine gift brings forth a new era of possibilities, forever altering the balance of power in a world governed by the strong.

Kai, a humble gardener with dreams of grandeur, unwittingly triggers the awakening of the Heavenly Interface when he stumbles upon an ancient ruin hidden in his land. With nothing but his love for gardening and an enigmatic skill called Interface Manipulator, Kai embarks on an extraordinary journey of self-discovery and cultivation. As he delves into the lost knowledge of the Heavenly Interface, he uncovers traces of a forgotten civilization and their noble aspirations.

Join Kai in Blossoming Path as he uncovers the secrets of the Heavenly Interface, forges powerful alliances, and faces unimaginable challenges. In a world where the pursuit of power reigns supreme, Kai's journey will redefine what it means to walk the path of cultivation and awaken the true potential within.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?