Immortal, yet not immortal; demonic, yet not demonic. I will use memory as my flame to shatter this world-deceiving Ninefold Abyss!
The cultivation world is an elaborate hoax. The universe consists of nine layers of inverted, overlapping mirror abysses. The price of reaching the pinnacle of cultivation is becoming an “Abyss Puppet.” Spiritual energy is nothing but a poisonous web spun from the lingering souls of the ancient Abyss race. Cultivation is merely burning away one’s humanity as fuel, until one becomes a heartless puppet.
**Lu Wuhui was a lowly mortal mine slave, but his “Barrier-Piercing Eyes,” which could see through the secrets of heaven, made him a hunted fugitive in the Undying City.** To protect the mute girl A Zhen, he took up his sword alone and cultivated forbidden arts. He burned his memories as fuel to forge a broken blade called “Passing River.” When the sword struck, his enemies’ blood ran cold, but the warmth of his past turned to ash as well. Gradually, he forgot why he had sought revenge. Monster scales crept across his left arm, and unfamiliar names covered his blade. Only then did he realize that the so-called throne of ascension and eternal life was a lie built atop the bones of a million mortals.
“If the laws of the heavens demand that I abandon my heart and feelings... then I’ll burn my name, sever my soul, and fight my way through the nine mirror abysses!”
When love and desire become tribulation flames, and memory becomes a blade, he points his sword at the heavens. He would rather fall into chaos than leave the truth, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, uncarved from that self-righteous mirror that claims to reveal monsters.
The world says, “Cultivation is stealing from Heaven.” He laughs at their ignorance. What does he intend to steal, if not the Heavenly Dao? What he means to burn is the last scrap of decency concealing this filthy world!
Dark cultivation meets cyberpunk Cthulhu. Here you’ll find cultivation through the heartfire that burns away humanity, broken swords that devour memories, and the upside-down coffins of civilizations. When a rusted sword tears apart the lies, can you protect the last glimmer of humanity in your heart?
