Chen Su died suddenly in his rented apartment. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying beneath a blizzard on an icy wasteland.
Transmigrated to another world, he became the lowliest mortal disciple of the Red Lotus Sect, as insignificant as a blade of grass.
In this world of cultivation, there was no mercy. Immortals kept mortals as playthings, while cultivators regarded all living beings as dogs.
People said that the long night would end in dawn, and that the river of ages flowed on forever.
But no one dared say that the endless night was an eternal prison holding all living beings captive, or that beneath the surging river lay the bones of countless people.
Righteous virtue? Following the natural way? Ingenious mechanisms? Laws that pacify the world?
The world has never cared about right and wrong, and survival has never been fair. What people call evolution is merely a temporary license to live, granted only to those who survive.
In the depths of despair, Chen Su slowly smiled.
“I once thought the strong could break through any predicament by force and control their own fate.
“Only now do I understand the Great Way: knowing the road ahead leads to certain death, yet still keeping your appointment with destiny at the cost of your life.”
A mortal ventures into another world, merging with demons and joining the immortal path.
I will kindle the dawn, cross the river, and leave the task of restoring the land to those who come after!
