Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Spirituality.

It turns iron into a divine blade, turns martial arts into divine techniques. It elevates the capabilities of every form and strike.

Ordinarily, it’s something invisible—like pure qi.

But there are exceptions.

Those who have comprehended the ultimate truth and internalized it.

The rare few whose every breath, every twitch of the fingertip, becomes a part of divine martial arts. With the spirituality they’ve cultivated over a lifetime, they can manifest something with clear form.

A warped space governed by martial principles, a blade that cuts through anything, a transcendent ability, or a near-absolute defensive stance...

What happens when such extremes of spirituality clash?

The answer lies on the Northern Clearlight Plains.

A vast stretch like an endless blade between Reverse Flow Castle and Mount Haebing. In its center, a radius of ten li completely white—where such beings had clashed.

To Jin Myeong-jo, it was honestly just absurd.

This space. The role he didn’t deserve. The battle he couldn’t possibly handle.