In this vast continent where practitioners hang high in the sky and regard mortals as ants, the war between immortals and demons tears apart the sky. The fall of powerful people is like stars falling to the ground, leaving behind devastated battlefields and endless legends.
And I, Chen Yuan, am just the most inconspicuous "corpse collector" in this cruel world.
My job is to clean up the mess left behind after the earth-shattering war - the remains of immortals, broken magic weapons, and the reverberation of the Taoist rhyme that permeates the world and kills mortals if they touch it.
Colleagues see this job as a near-death curse, and they carefully pick up the loot, praying that the remaining energy will not be wiped away.
But they don't know that for me, every corpse of a fallen strong man is a bridge to a higher realm.
I have a pair of eyes that can see the "skeleton of the Tao" that they cannot see - it is the essence of the powerful people's lifelong practice and insights, and it is their last gift that dissipates in the heaven and earth.
While others were looking for broken spiritual stones in the ruins, I was absorbing the last sword struck by the Sword Immortal before his death.
When the sects were fighting over a copy of the incomplete Kung Fu, I had already glimpsed the complete rules of the demon king's burning sky and boiling the sea on his corpse.
I use immortals and demons as fuel to fuel my Taoist fire; I bury the gods to make me immortal.
This is the story of a corpse collector who climbs to the top step by step on top of countless immortal corpses and reveals the ultimate secret of the world.
My name is Chen Yuan, the Yuan of the abyss.
