Those Who Cultivate Are All Weaklings

The Divine Spear pierced the body of the fallen Witch, then thundered into the mortal earth, dried and cracked by the silent sacrifices of countless domain-bearers.

The Daoist sects collapsed. Their broken pillars upheld spirits on the verge of turning to ash. They gazed toward the mortal world, eyes filled with unwillingness, reflected in a figure standing like a tattered rag...

At the end of time, atop a mountain peak, the gods trembled and asked their questions.

A colossal ghost. A bloody god-slayer. A bizarre child.

A portrait from time immemorial, gone without a trace. A mask concealing the greatest conspiracy in the mortal world.

Who is the Bound Prisoner? A fallen one, or the God of Restraint?

The Shapeshifters...

It has come!

Apart from the Daoist sects, all cultivation systems and realms in this book are original. It contains a wide range of elements, and I hope to create a fresh and fantastical world. I'll take my time refining the story, so please support and follow it. Many thanks! A bizarre, slow-burn epic, crafted with care. There's plenty to read, so stock up and enjoy!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.