The entire sect thought that the mountain-protecting formation had protected the Taiyi Sect for ten years; no one knew that the odd-job worker sweeping the mountain gate every day at the Yin hour was the formation itself. At the outer sect competition, everyone laughed at Chen Shi for running alongside just to make up the numbers. With a single broom, he swept away a hundred zhang of dust and mist; as the heavenly light crashed down, the whole arena fell into dead silence. Hidden within the dust patterns were smuggling routes, and pressed beneath the cracks was the great calamity from ten years ago. His junior brother, half of his face covered in black markings, stepped closer step by step. The day the floor-sweeper leaves the mountain is the time the Immortal Emperor returns to his throne.