The Zhuosha Sea is a rift in all realms under the Nine Netherworlds. Those who fall into it will lose all their cultivation and their five senses will gradually collapse. Shen Zhelu fell into the sea from the Tianque sword pavilion, wasted the golden elixir, and passed through the bones of the lute, but he stayed floating for three days without dying, holding on to a piece of dry reed. He climbed up the Xantian Ferry and met Jiu Bai, a gray-eyed boy, and Lao Gu, a three-legged toad with gray beads on his forehead.
The owner of the Bone Shop, Gu Po, has been waiting for forty years for someone to crawl out of the Zhuohai. Chao Duju, the one-armed old man from Dukou, waited for thirty-seven years for the drop of marrow fluid in his son's marrow cavity to be taken away. The seven-segmented spine of the skeleton deep in the turbid sea has been waiting for three hundred years for the golden scab to fall off. Nine characters are engraved in the marrow cavity: Shen Duchuan, Zhou Budu, Shen Zhelu.
They are all waiting for the same person.
Shen Zhelu slowly discovered that he was not alone. He is Shen Duchuan three hundred years ago, Zhou Budu forty years ago, and he is himself who climbed up from the Zhuohai Sea every time in nine million years, buried three thousand people, and then lay down in the Mirror Abyss.
Nine million years. Three thousand reincarnations. Three hundred thousand graves. Each grave has a dry bone standing on it, and each dry bone is engraved with a name. Those names are all people he buried, and they are all himself.
In his last life, his name was Shen Nianlu. He built a wall in the Bone Burial City for two hundred and ninety-nine years, until the day the house was built, he walked through the door and became his next self.
There is no crossing of the mirror abyss. The reincarnation continues.
Because there is always someone waiting, there is always someone climbing up from the turbid sea, there is always someone——
Bury yourself in, climb out, wait, bury again.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.
