Chinese-style cosmic horror + cultivation + no romance
While Qin Deng was still dreaming, the world was destroyed.
A yellow-robed immortal child sat atop auspicious clouds and said, "In this life, you may embark on the immortal path, wield power that reaches the heavens, seek the Dao throughout the universe, and shift the stars and moon. Everything you desire and seek can come true. All it will cost is one answer."
Qin Deng asked, "What is it?"
The immortal child's mouth curved up, stretching back to his ears. He chuckled and replied, "Who destroyed the world?"
In his previous life, Qin Deng had exhausted every scheme. Reborn, he only wanted to be an idle man. He joined the strongest sect in the cultivation world, where disciples were encouraged to pursue their dreams and boldly slack off. Qin Deng then sailed off in a little boat to travel the mountains and rivers, making a few friends along the way and returning to the sect from time to time to spend time with his senior and junior sectmates. His life should have been more carefree than that of an immortal, but the more leisurely his travels, the more strange and uncanny events he encountered.
Statues wept. Spirit embryos bestowed teachings. Whispers came from beside his ear, promising mortals a path to ascension.
This world was mad and deranged, already terminally ill. It was strange that it had survived this long. Qin Deng confronted the unspeakable and finally found the truth, but he could no longer tell the immortal child the answer.
He had already grown too fond of this mortal world.
In the end, Qin Deng said to the immortal child, "You said that in this life I could have all my wishes fulfilled. I ask only for a way to solve this. I hope everyone will once again see the boundless light."
The immortal child's face seemed both demonic and divine. He threw back his head and laughed. Qin Deng followed his gaze toward the sky. A huge hole had been torn in the heavens for a thousand years. A blood-red eye watched the human world unceasingly. Within its pupil were thousands upon thousands of immortals, all chanting wondrous spells, profound and mysterious beyond description.
So there was another heaven beyond the heavens.
Theme: As long as you persevere, you will see the dawn.
