In the world of cultivation where lonely graves are nowhere to be found and where bones are spread across endless borders, Yuan Nian understands that he is simply acting willfully and living a straightforward life. Even if he turned into the half-blood demon king that people said he was, he didn't care at all in the first year. Over the years, although he has been pushing towards the abyss step by step, he has gone crazy. Yuan Nian understood that this was a kind of extravagant indulgence given to him by those who would die and turn into ashes. When he fell into the abyss again and again, there would always be a pair of hands, but in the end, all the hands were gone...
One by one he personally sent them into the abyss...
Indifferent tea, cold mountains and rivers, straightforward sticks, I am not afraid of the abyss, but I am only afraid of not having you. Even though the underground of the abyss is a mine of souls, except for the vastness, there is no blood. Even if the dead underground are reborn, I still have no fear, I still believe...