ZimoLinglong

The door was opened, and a tall man walked out. Lin Mian was a little stunned, she even forgot to regain her composure. "What are you looking at, hmm?"

One hundred thousand years ago, everyone was like a dragon, able to cultivate martial arts. After the calamity, the heavenly dao collapsed, and the gods fell, leaving only a mysterious reincarnation tower in the world. One hundred thousand years later, martial arts cultivation depends on bloodlines. Those with inferior blood are considered bugs and cannot cultivate, while those with divine blood are considered dragons, soaring in the heavens. A young man with inferior bloodline, stumbled upon an unnamed treasure tower, and crossed over to this fantastical world. With his inferior bloodline, he embarked on the path of burying the heavens.