In 2012, the end of the world predicted by the Mayans did not come.
But from this year onwards, Tao became taboo.
Touch it and you will go crazy, cultivate it and you will die.
I am the only Taoist monk who traveled back in time three thousand years ago. I shattered the highest level of cultivation and fell back to the Qi-entraining realm, just to prevent the world-destroying disaster that eroded all Taoism.
Everyone is obsessed with life and money, no one notices the twisted ghosts in the darkness of the city, and no one knows the indescribable darkness that is eating away at the world beneath the bustling city.
I once again embarked on the path of immortality amid taboos, but I didn't know:
The first time I looked into the abyss, I was already staring into it three thousand years ago.
