I've been writing this novel for two months, but hardly anyone reads it and there are no comments. This genre and plot aren't very popular on Tomato Novel, the stats are poor, and there's hardly any income, so I'm dropping it and won't continue writing.
In this realm, spiritual energy has withered away, leaving it as barren as a desert drained of life. Immortals and Buddhas have vanished, the gods are nowhere to be found, and the path to heaven has long been severed. Immortality has become an empty hope. The surviving cultivators are little more than lonely spirits scraping out an existence in this degenerate age. Their lifespans are nearly spent, their hearts clouded. Like wolves scenting blood, they'll unleash slaughter for the slightest fleeting trace of spiritual energy, turning their fellow cultivators into bones strewn along their path to ascension.
Yet amid this desperate world, where all things are dying, Lu Zhao sees something else.
He can see lonely spirits invisible to ordinary people and hear the obsessions the dead have carried for ten thousand years. While every cultivator gazes up at the desolate heavens, he bends down to sense the faint pulse rising from the Nine Hells.
With the righteous path of heaven and earth dead, he will borrow power from the netherworld!
Drawing in yin and baleful energy and refining the power of souls, he slowly lays a forbidden path to heaven beneath his feet. Commanding shadow soldiers, leading ghost troops, and wielding the lost arts of the netherworld, he will become the one and only traveler walking between life and death.
As all living things wither in despair, he will use the dead as fuel, ignite a world-consuming ghostfire, and forge this world's order anew!
