Beneath the stars and thousands of years above, the civilization of cultivating immortals was once at its peak.
Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, God Transformation... A seemingly ladder leading to eternal life has attracted countless creatures to follow it. They breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, tempered their bodies, and pursued transcendence and immortality.
However, this is a dead end.
Until ten thousand years ago, before the death of the last true immortal, he uttered a sorrowful Tianxian that resounded throughout the world:
"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and people can escape one of them... Now, even that 'one' has also escaped."
Since then, the curse has fallen.
Above Nascent Soul, there is no way forward. All monks who reach this realm, no matter how amazing their talents are, will eventually face the desperate situation of being burned by their inner demons and their lifespan is exhausted. The whole world is plunged into a desperate involution and crazy plunder. The strong are always strong, exploiting the weak as a way to survive; the old overlords cling to the incomplete rules and become parasites lying on the decaying heaven, maintaining false prosperity and tranquility.
Immortal Road is dead.
This is a world of Taoist harm, a twilight era destined to end.
But, in a desperate situation, is there still a glimmer of hope?
When the thief is high in the clouds and when all living beings sink into the sea of misery, will there be anyone who is unwilling to follow this established fate?
He may have fallen into the dust, or he may have been regarded as an abandoned son of an ant.
All he can rely on is his inexhaustible will and a road full of thorns and untravelled... Against the sky.
Karma is fuel, sin is fire.
I vow to use my mortal body to rekindle the spark of heaven!
