On the eve of the sect's secret realm opening, Lin Mo, an outer disciple, had his cultivation crippled by his fellow disciples and was abandoned in the back mountains to die.
But as a result, he became the only person left behind at Wentian Sect.
Pink rain fell without reason. The plants and trees on the mountain began to show strange changes, and an indescribable heartbeat rose from beneath the earth. Lin Mo discovered that the “Wentian Secret Realm,” the legacy of an immortal sect spanning three thousand years, was actually a fragment of a foreign god's dissipated dream. The sect's predecessors had chosen to seal it rather than cleanse it, and to take from it rather than offer salvation.
With a mysterious System and the sect's legacy all to himself, Lin Mo cultivated, kept records, and fought to survive in the empty mountains. He went from a crippled Qi Refining cultivator to acting sect leader, from the jade marrow of the cold pool to the Qingling legacy.
Until the first disciple to escape the secret realm brought bloodstained news:
The secret realm wasn't a boon. It was a prison. The other disciples hadn't ascended. They'd been lost to its depths.
And the “dream” that had lasted a thousand years was about to wake.
“With the next full moon, the rift will open again.”
“It's our only chance, and their last.”
One man guards the mountain, becoming a monument with his own body.
When the indescribable opens its eyes in the depths of the dream,
who is the inheritor, who is the source of corruption, and who is the last watchman?
It's pretty good, suitable for when you're looking for something to read. It's much better than mindless novels.