[Immortals are not immortals, and demons are not demons. I use memory as fire to smash this deceiving Nine Layers of Abyss!
The world of cultivation is an elaborate scam. The universe is divided into nine levels and mirrors the abyss. The price for a monk to climb to the top is to become an "abyss puppet" - spiritual energy is just a poisonous net for the dead souls of the ancient abyss clan. The so-called cultivation is all about burning one's own humanity into firewood, and eventually becomes an unintentional puppet.
** Lu Wuhang was originally a mortal mine slave at the lowest level, but because of his pair of "barrier-breaking eyes" that could see through the heavens, he was chased to death by Fuluo City. In order to protect the mute girl A Zhen, he held the sword alone and practiced evil methods. He actually burned his memory into fire and refined a broken blade called "Shichuan". When the sword is drawn, the blood of the enemy runs cold, and the warmth of the past turns to ashes. Gradually, he forgot the reason for revenge. His left arm was covered with monster scales, and the sword was engraved with unfamiliar names. Fang was shocked to realize that the so-called immortality was actually a throne of lies paved with millions of mortal bones.
"If the laws of the heavens require me to be heartless and ruthless... I will burn my name, cut off my soul, and kill through the Nine Layers of Mirror Abyss!"
When love turns into calamity fire and memory becomes a sharp blade, he points his sword at the sky. He would rather fall into chaos than dig out the truth of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood on that magnificent demon mirror.
——Everyone in the world says, "To cultivate the truth is to steal heaven." But he laughs at the ignorance of the world. What he wants to steal is not just the way of heaven? What he wants to burn is the last fig leaf of this corrupted world!
Dark Cultivation + Cyberxulu, here are the inner fire cultivation that burns humanity, the broken sword that devours memories, and the upside-down coffin of civilization. When lies are torn apart by a rusty sword, can you hold on to the last glimmer of humanity in your heart?
