Spirit Shatters the Heavens

The Great Qi Empire was a nation of cultivators, a land where all races coexisted—humans, beasts, and even demons and monsters lived in harmony. Its capital, New Jing, was a melting pot of every kind of school and trade, home to people from all walks of life. Among its institutions, none surpassed the Three Flavors Academy; it was the largest and most prestigious in New Jing, with no equal. Though cultivators of every persuasion could be found here, the academy was firmly rooted in Daoist tradition. It was established by the Jade Void Palace, and every year, it selected outstanding disciples to send there for advanced cultivation.

“Senior Brother, do you think you’ll be chosen to go to Jade Void Palace this year?” A mischievous little girl asked the youth beside her. He was refined and elegant, his features delicate as if carved from jade.

“Junior Sister, whether or not I go to Jade Void Palace doesn’t matter. I’d rather see you get the opportunity,” the youth replied with a gentle smile, a smile that would make any girl’s heart flutter.

The little girl, still young and accustomed to life within the academy, blushed at his words and fell silent, trailing behind him.

They crossed the long corridor and soon saw the words “Pure Heart Pavilion” hanging above a doorway. Two Daoist acolytes stood by the entrance; the girl, sharp-eyed, recognized them as her senior brothers and hurried forward.

“Greetings, Third Brother, Fourth Brother,” she called sweetly. The acolytes returned her greeting promptly. Though they were her seniors, she was the only