Thirty thousand years into the Great Wilderness Era, the Immortal Dao flourishes. Everyone cultivates immortal arts, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the hope of sanctifying their bodies and ascending through the Heavenly Gate. But to Lu Chen, this world is an entirely different kind of hell: The red sun in the sky is a gigantic, bloodshot eyeball. The fertile soil beneath his feet is the rotting, maggot-ridden flesh of an ancient god. The so-called spiritual energy is poisonous corpse gas rising from the dead. And the exalted immortals are nothing but grotesque tumors parasitizing corpses, covered in tentacles and compound eyes!
After transmigrating, Lu Chen is born with a condition called Absolute Cleanliness. He cannot cultivate immortality, but he is immune to all forms of corruption. In this cannibalistic world where everyone has gone mad, he wields a serrated scalpel and becomes the only one who still sees clearly.
“Elder Zhao, you’re not sick. You just have a ‘star’ growing in your liver, a kidney stone. We can remove it.” “Holy Maiden, please have some dignity. Your Nascent Soul, a parasitic fetus, is gnawing on your brain. I recommend a craniotomy.” “Don’t be afraid. I’m not killing anyone. I’m performing a lesion-removal surgery.”
…Years later, when indescribable ancient gods awaken from their slumber and seek to devour all worlds, Lu Chen stands above the sea of stars, puts on a pair of white gloves, and takes out his bloodstained scalpel.
“An ancient god? No, you’re just a cadaver waiting to be dissected.”
