One hundred and twenty-seven years after Qi was revived, cultivating immortality has long been no longer a chance encounter.
Want to build a foundation? Loan. Want to buy exercises? Installment. Want to join the sect? Sign the deed of sale first.
Lin Yuan, twenty-four years old, at the peak of foundation building, is stuck at the golden elixir bottleneck with no end in sight.
Carrying a student loan of 280 spirit stones, he worked as a monster cleaner in an outsourcing company, with a monthly salary of 10 spirit stones, 70% of which was used to repay the loan.
Want to break through the golden elixir? "Tao Yun" is needed. Daoyun can only be obtained by clearing the mysterious realm. The right to explore the mysterious realm is monopolized by the major sects.
Loose cultivators at the bottom level will face a dead end.
Until one mission, he fell into a wild and mysterious place——
There are rules written in blood, strange stories about death if violated, and companions who betray each other in order to survive.
But no one knows that Lin Yuan's eyes can see things that others cannot see:
The contradiction between rules and rules.
"Rule number three: Do not look directly at the red door at the end of the corridor."
"Rule 7: When the red door opens, everyone must face the end of the corridor."
Others only see the iron law. What he saw was - there was a crack between the two rules.
Everyone survives by following the rules. And he, in the cracks of the rules, found a path that belonged to no one.
