An ultimate warrior, the one and only Alchemy Emperor, Ling Han, had died in his quest to achieve godhood. Ten thousands years later, and he, with the "Invincible Heaven Scroll", was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name. From then on, winds and clouds moved, as he set himself against uncountable geniuses of this new era. His path of becoming a legend has begun once more. At all eras, and underneath the heavens, I am the strongest!
The ninth form of the True Self!
Ling Han was extremely pleased. This trip to the Dark Clouds Hell could be said to have been a very satisfactory trip. If he had cultivated outside, even with the support of alchemical pills, he wouldn't be able to reach this kind of height without more than a thousand years.
Furthermore, this was the ninth form, and even the Golden Generation could only look up to it.
Of course, perhaps there were some Golden Generation elites that were very low-key. They had clearly broken through to the Ninth Form, yet kept it a secret, to avoid being targeted. Breaking through to the Imperial Path was not just a competition of natural talent and fated opportunities. Intelligence was similarly important.
Right now, Ling Han didn't need to worry about this. He could enjoy himself for a while.