I transmigrated into a world of roaring steampunk machinery and mysterious, unfathomable sequence potions.
I once thought the pinnacle of the sequence was becoming an omnipotent god.
That was until I saw the so-called gods reveal their insane, twisted true forms in the gray mist.
I also once thought the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin was just a legend.
That was until an ancient bronze coffin covered in archaic characters appeared at the far end of the starry sky and whispered to me: Don't become a god. Become an immortal.
This is a terrifying journey into “cognition.” The more you know, the closer you come to the truth, and the closer you come to death.
I am Su Ming, an ordinary person trying to prove the Dao and become an immortal before the apocalypse arrives.
