Across the vast human world, demons and monsters infest the land. The immortals are silent; gods and Buddhas do not answer.
Human life is worth less than grass, and all living things are treated like sacrificial dogs.
I am Li Zhao, the ninth son of the Southern Tang imperial house. When I grasped the tail of immortality in the depths of fate, I knew that cultivators like us must press forward with all our might. May the day I close my eyes be the day Heaven looks up...
