Rusty Heaven

The sky is dead, Xuanhuang weeps blood. Spiritual roots are not a gift from heaven, but are actually shackles; the path to immortality is not a smooth road, but a cage. The spiritual energy is as dirty as rust, corroding the muscles and bones; the sect is as majestic as a mountain, crushing the soul and sedating life. Some people are willing to work as cattle and horses, kowtowing for scraps; some people are reduced to firewood and burn their bodies to illuminate the path to immortality. However, in the deepest part of the black abyss, the chains trembled; at the highest point of the cliff, cracks spread. A grain of unwilling dust opened its eyes in the endless dark night. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.