When the end point of cultivating immortality is no longer ascension, but cold shackles, and the so-called "Three Thousand Worlds" are just an experimental sandbox for higher civilizations, where should the seekers go?
When Ling Chen, the Nascent Soul cultivator, shattered his pill to become an infant and wandered into the void, he did not glimpse the legendary gate to the fairy world. Instead, he was dragged into an inter-dimensional giant structure called the "Tower of the Orderer" by an incomprehensible force.
There is no spiritual energy here, only cold energy circulation; the "comrades" here are intelligent entities from different universes - mechanical monks who control the spiritual barriers, travelers whose bodies are made of living nebulae, and silicon-based wise men who rely on logic and probability to "deduce".
And above them is the mysterious "Orderer". They do not communicate or explain, they just issue "sequential tasks" indifferently, and put these "prisoners" from different civilizations into worlds that are on the verge of collapse or going astray one after another for "correction."
