Eternal Dao Ruins: Mortal Creation of Heaven

Name: Eternal Dao Ruins: Mortal Creation of Heaven
Author: Onions That Lost Their Core

by Onions That Lost Their Core

ongoing Xianxia Classical Xianxia Male Lead

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97Kwords25chapters

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Ch. 25 — Grind Gently and Carefully, the Body Will Become Stronger Day by Day

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About This Novel

At the end of the chaos, the heavens collapsed, the three thousand worlds collapsed, and the ancient Tao ruins emerged from the sky. There are no heaven-given spiritual roots, no portable immortal mansion, and no chance of enlightenment. There is only endless desolation, layers of pressure, the massacre of thousands of tribes, and the strife of immortal sects. Lin Yan was born in the ruins of the end of the Dharma. He has no spiritual veins in his body, no immortal bones in his body, and no vision in his soul. He is the most inconspicuous speck of dust among all living beings. He is an ordinary person who can be crushed at any time in the torrent of troubled times. The world is cold, the immortal road is ruthless, the sect regards ordinary people as stupid dogs, the genius regards ants as paving stones, the ruthless nature only counts luck, and the gods and demons are unjust and only take away life. He did not worship immortals, pray to heaven, or rely on chance. He only relied on a pair of mortal hands to open a dead end, and an ordinary heart to withstand all calamities, and he climbed out of the corpse pile in the mire step by step. Survive from the ruined villages in the countryside to build a road at the border of the ruins; From being a handyman at the bottom of the sect, enduring his life, to establishing a path across the sea of stars; From confronting the calculations of the ancient immortals, to rebelling against the old gods; From repairing the broken heaven, to using one's body to reopen the eternal blue sky. Time cannot erase his obsession, troubled times cannot crush his backbone, and all enemies cannot destroy his Daoist heart. When hundreds of millions of years are whizzing by, when all the heroes in the sky are buried in their bones, There is only one mortal who stands at the highest place in all eternity. Raise your hand to reorganize the world; step down and restore your destiny. This is an epic story of cultivating immortality that spans eternity. This is an immortal legend about a mortal without a golden finger who forcibly survived the heavens, trampled the ruins of the Tao, and reopened the world.