A New Era from the Ashes

Spiritual energy has run dry, the laws of nature have crumbled, and the once-glorious age of cultivation has faded into legend. The stars have dimmed, secret realms have decayed, and the immortals have exhausted their origins over the long years, reduced to dust. This is the Age of Declining Dharma, an era in which even despair seems a luxury.

Across this forgotten wasteland, Mo Chen walks alone. His robes are no different from those of an ordinary scavenger, stained with the same dust, yet his eyes are as deep as an ancient well, reflecting not a trace of the apocalypse. Immortals and demons lie dormant beneath his feet, while ruins fall silent behind him. No one knows where he came from or where he is going. They only know that wherever he passes, even the fiercest ruin beasts hold their breath. As the last organization of “Wayfinders” tirelessly searches for the legacy of ancient times, hoping to rekindle the dying embers of civilization, Mo Chen merely gazes calmly at the blood-red sun that never sets. A faint light glimmers at his fingertips, like a spark, or perhaps the end.

The embers of the old days have yet to grow cold, and a new age is already stirring quietly in the ashes. He is the only soul awake among the embers.