[Flesh mutations, knowledge corruption, Lovecraftian horror, thrilling battles, brisk pacing] [Not for beginners, no invincible protagonist, a painful saga]
The Ninefold Abyss collapses, and the Heavenly Dao bleeds.
In this apocalypse, as the wounds in the Heavenly Dao continue to widen, is cultivation salvation or a slow suicide?
In this world polluted by the defiled blood of ancient times:
Moonlight, pale as bone dust, reveals the twisted mutations of cultivators' limbs;
A suspended city of blood looms like a tumor, exploiting Yin Talisman technology to sustain its decaying rule;
Deep beneath the earth's veins, the dismembered corpses of ancient gods and demons are slowly reviving as the wounds in the Heavenly Dao widen...
"Ascension? Heh... That just means becoming a dish of bloody meat on the Old Gods' table!"
When Yan Wuhuan tears through layer upon layer of lies and glimpses the truth behind this despairing cycle, he runs his hand over the restless bronze coffin markings on his body and laughs maniacally, his voice echoing through the netherworld:
"If this path leads nowhere... then... I'll find... for all of humanity... a true path to survival!"
