Breaking Through the Clouds and Seeing the Wild Fields

Miasma is not a natural disaster, it is a punishment. The Immortal Alliance is not the savior, but the jailer. And I, a miasma cultivator who climbed out of the mine, will uncover this eternal scam. They regard me as a cancer, want me, and hunt me down. Little did I know that the broken mirror in my hand was the only key to breaking this eternal night.