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At the end of the evening self-study, the 52 people in class (7) collectively fell into a strange world. There is no escape here, only rules. Old buses, abandoned hospitals, endless corridors... Each copy is the embodiment of the deceased's obsession, and the rules are their last words. Shen Mo awakens\

Under the thousand-year-old immortal gate archway of Cangyun Sect, there is a thousand-year entanglement between the demon cultivator and the immortal gate. The first generation sect leader secretly embezzled the Tongyuan spiritual mine of the Xuanyou Sect and suppressed the remaining demonic cultivators in the name of the Immortal Sect. However, he did not know that Tongyuan was the origin of the demonic cultivators. If the jade biscuits are broken, the demonic patterns will appear, and if the blood oath is broken, the demonic shadow will appear. Han Xu possesses the innate pupil source and is dyed with the aura of demonic cultivators. He wanders in the gray area between the realms of immortals and demons - he is not a pure demonic cultivator, but is regarded as a heretic by the immortal sect; he is not loyal to the demonic cultivator sect, but is pulled by the power of the pupil source, and gradually reveals the truth about the origin of immortals and demons. There is no heaven-defying magic power, only the secret technique of Tongyuan; there is no rigid opposition between good and evil, only the game between Taoist heart and demonic nature. The pressure of the golden elixir cannot block the flow of magic patterns, and the precepts of the immortal gate cannot trap the true intention. Han Xu interprets the secrets of immortals and demons with the eyes of Taoyuan, and uses the power of demon cultivation to break the hypocrisy of the immortal gate. He asks: Immortals are not purely good, and demons are not extremely evil. Why not use demons to prove immortality?

Cangnan City has become a purgatory of rules. Here, you will die if you forget to close the door, and you will die if you look at each other for too long. Everyone desperately abides by the randomly refreshed survival rules. Only I can copy it, dismantle it, and use it to judge everything. I am the Impersonator hiding among the survivors. If my identity is exposed, I will be hunted by the whole city. But this time, I decided not to live just for myself. I want to use rules to protect the people I want to protect. Until one day, in the deepest part of the ruins of the city, I saw the experiment number from my infancy - it turned out that I was the first "rule" written down.