The Tombstone Carver

[Rebirth + power fantasy + ghosts and the supernatural + cultivation]

[The historical setting is consistent, though local customs vary a little from place to place.]

[Cities have a higher level of industrial development, while towns and villages may be less developed.]

[Written at an elementary school level. If you don’t like it, please don’t flame me; just close the page.]

Tombstones are meant to harmonize heaven, earth, and humanity, preserve the dead’s stories for generations, and return them to nature.

For miles around, I’m the only stonemason. I have no grand ambitions; I just want to live out the rest of my life in peace.

But that was never going to happen. One night, every person in the neighboring village vanished, leaving behind only black miasma.

A graveyard in the mountains. Blank stone steles. Each one tells an unbelievable story.

Whether it’s human nature or ghosts and monsters, I still don’t know, but danger is creeping closer.

Is it the weight of history or the world’s lament? The helplessness of the gods or the sins of humanity...

There’s no way to know. All I can do is follow the road already laid out for me, step by step, into the abyss waiting below.

P.S. There may be parts of the story that need revision. Readers are welcome to offer suggestions, though I’ll probably finish writing it before making changes... I apologize first whenever something goes wrong. I’m sorry!

If anything bothers you while reading, feel free to complain, but there’s no need to leave.

Please give a newbie a chance. Thank you so much!