The Secret Scripture of Daowu

A hundred years ago, the elder of the demonic path shed blood beneath the heavens. When he was born, he asked the world: Who could ever live in peace? A thousand years later, he led a host of righteous cultivators in wiping out the evil and saving the people, only to die of exhaustion before dawn. By the time he reached ten thousand years of age, he had nothing left to cling to, so he held his sword in one hand and challenged the heavens. Who is he? He is a nameless man who died and lived, lived and died: “Who in this world can kill me?” 【A rebirth story set in a cultivation world that leans toward “core logic,” inspired by readers’ dissatisfaction with certain tropes. I’m a new author, so please be kind.】