Dayuanlu

The mist covers the abyss, and the ancient gods whisper. Mortals cultivate the truth in order to steal fire, use flesh and blood as candles, and shed scales to make boats. They steal a glimmer of transcendence, but they pay the price of forgetfulness, deafness, skin shedding, and loss of life. Food delivery riders, satellite engineers, Shouyuan Exchange, Huangquan No. 13 Bus... Countless destinies are connected by the same green-gold eyeball. Fire has been stolen and must be returned. When the moon blinks and Yuanwen crawls onto the skin, humans will understand: Cultivation is not against heaven, but a mortgage—— Interest, repaid with the whole world.