My Eyes Are Filled with All the Signs, This Body Is Dharma

I use my instinct of delivering food to cultivate immortality. Formation? It's just a city traffic map where congestion needs to be avoided. Alchemy? It's just micro-sculpture surgery that requires precise cutting. I thought that as long as I kept getting stronger, I would be able to find my way home. Until I discovered that every upgrade was devouring my memory of "home". When the only warmth is deprived, when the world's "natural principles" show their fangs, I will use these eyes that can see through everything to reconstruct the damn laws of the world! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.