"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Tao Yang pushed the ship forward slowly, her hands steady on the controls as the vessel approached the swirling vortex ahead. The atmosphere in the ship was thick with anticipation, a mixture of tension and quiet determination. Every eye in the control room was focused on the vortex, and though no one said it aloud, there was a collective undercurrent of anxiety that rippled through the air.
The Jade Dragon General's words still echoed in my mind: It took nothing but a Noble-level Rakshasa to pass through the vortex. That alone was enough to remind us all of the danger we were about to face. This wasn't just a journey through space; this was a venture into a realm where even the most powerful cultivators had fallen.