(No harem, no invincible protagonist, no System, and not a feel-good power fantasy. Read at your own risk.)
The Purple Corpse Pool is rife with lies. We’ve all been stripped bare and toyed with like livestock.
Has anyone ever torn those lies apart? Yes!
After Zhi Tuo and Zhuang Qiao won renown, Chen Wang rose up and wielded the imperial battle-axe...
And what became of them? They failed...
In a world where cultivation ranks are strictly defined, can equality exist?
The oppressed and the human mines, the heavenly stems and earthly branches, the noble and the lowly...
Can anyone stand up and put an end to these divisions?
Hundreds and thousands of years later, everything unfolded just as the verses had foretold.
The song is not yet over, but the east is growing bright.
The songs praising the oppressors seem not to have stopped, yet the blazing red sun rising in the east has already cast its scorching light over the demon city of the Hidden Plains, cleansing the sins committed by the demon monks and the powerful.
A peaceful world, sharing the same warmth beneath the sun, from pole to pole.
The divisions between heaven and earth are no more. Wherever you stand in this world, you will feel what everything else feels.
