The Dao Has No Known Origin, So I Bury Calamities Across the Heavens!

Those who defy heaven in their cultivation are fated to sing a song of sorrow. They endure tribulations and cultivate, never knowing whose immortality they are tempering. A path of cultivation paved with bones, calamities burning like lamps of eternal life. Looking back, all living things mourn and an age withers. What, in the end, is the calamity of this world? Amid the turmoil, a young man emerges from the unknown. The rise and fall of calamities begin here...