In the Nine Worlds, the Immortal Path is prosperous. However, the sky cracked, and dirty star spots - "Xuan Ming's Eclipse" appeared. The indescribable power from the deep space of the universe quietly penetrates, the spiritual energy turns into a sticky whisper, and the creatures are deformed into terrifying things. The laws of heaven are being silently eroded.
Lin Mo, a low-level disciple of Qinglan Sect, has extraordinary spiritual awareness. In the foggy swamp in the forbidden area of the sect, he witnessed the horror of "Xuan Ming": the spiritual plants turned into wriggling flesh and blood, and his fellow sect mutated in madness. A piece of broken ancient jade in his body was the only barrier against the whispers that corroded his mind, but it also turned him into a "source of pollution" that the sect's top leaders must eliminate.
Forced to live in exile in a collapsing world, Lin Mo struggled between the ruins and the "death realm". He encounters a mad scholar, a half-human, half-monster survivor, and becomes involved in the dark conspiracy of a large sect trying to control Xuanming's power. In order to survive, he was forced to touch taboos: interpret crazy runes and control filthy magic weapons. The price of the crazy growth of strength is like a shadow: the skin is covered with scales, the compound eyes grow, and the inhuman whispers gnaw at the soul day and night.
The cracks in the sky suddenly expanded, the "great existence" from the depths of the star abyss cast a shadow, and the Nine Worlds were on the verge of annihilation by law. Mountains of flesh and blood rise from the ground, and an upside-down sea floods the sky. Lin Mo stood on the edge of doomsday, with the power of Xuan Ming boiling to tear reality apart in his body, and there was only a glimmer of humanity left in his heart.
Incarnate into something inhuman, fighting madness with madness? Or will it burn out the remaining soul and become the final cornerstone of sealing this indescribable disaster? When the flying swords and talismans eclipse in front of the stars of flesh and blood, when the Taoist heart is teetering under the indescribable shape, can that bit of immortal spiritual awareness become... The last spark before all things return to silence?
"Xuan Ming Ji"
