When an abandoned star wakes up in the mortal world, it is difficult to turn back its destiny.
I was originally a medicine collector in the mountains, but due to a fall, I came into contact with the secret book of cultivating immortals that had been dusty for thousands of years. The faint light of the spiritual stone reflected the fire in his heart, and he embarked on a path against his destiny. When you are new to the sect, the outer sect is like a prison, surrounded by old enemies and new enemies that remain unresolved. My practice went wrong and I was trapped in an illusion. I once whispered in despair: Why cultivate immortality? If it weren't for the support of obsession, it would have been lost in the dust.
Threefold calamity, ninefold pass. From secret realm inheritance to monster hunting, from inner sect fights to emotional entanglements, every reversal uses blood as a sacrifice and dreams as a blade. The power of the stars flows in my palm, but it also tears apart my faith again and again. I have been lost because of love, and I have died alone because of righteousness. I have been deeply betrayed, and I have also repaid evil with kindness. The price is not loss, but the constant reshaping of that "me."
Nowadays, he is famous in the world of immortality, and he is burdened with the mystery of his bloodline. The remains of his family have been revealed, but his fate still refuses to let go. When I stood at the top and looked back at the path I came from, I realized that the so-called path to immortality was nothing more than the accumulation of countless mortal hearts.
When the stars no longer shine, where should humans borrow light?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.