Eternal Martial Arts: the Record of Cultivating the Gods

On a street in a certain country in a certain plane, there was a young man in a brown cloak kneeling on the street and crying. At this time, it was raining heavily in the sky, and thunder and lightning appeared in the sky. Taking a closer look, the young man was covered in scars and blood. He knelt on the ground and collapsed under the gaze of the people around him. The moment he fell to the ground, he was sucked into a black space. There is nothing in the space except the boy himself... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.