My name is Ye Yuan, and I live in this land abandoned by God. In ancient times, gods and trolls fought, tearing apart the sky, and raining blood for three thousand years, turning the path of spiritual practice into a black road. Today's cultivation of immortality is not about ascension at all, it is about chewing corpses, swallowing resentful souls, and relying on evil methods to survive. The spiritual energy was gone long ago, and the monks were absorbing all the Yin energy. Every time they broke through a level, their hearts became a little bit rotten. In the end, they were no longer human beings, but monsters in human skin. There are cracks everywhere in the ground, and unexplainable things crawling underneath them will call your name at night. The sect is not the right way, it is just a place for cultivating poison. The first lesson the master will teach you is - don't sleep too hard, be careful if your fellow sects cut your tongue to make medicine. Legend has it that there is a "road to immortality", but who has ever seen a living person come back? All I know is that when every corpse opens its eyes, it thinks it can still be a human being. But in this world, people are long gone. The living ones are all struggling ghosts.
