Remnants of Old Days

One day, the world is "renewed" without anyone knowing. Scientific instruments began to have unreasonable errors, the nuclear power plant control screen flashed garbled codes, and the constants of top laboratories quietly shifted. At the same time, in an ancient cave deep in the mountains, a practitioner who had been practicing for hundreds of years coughed up black blood and found that the spiritual power around his body was irreversibly "evaporating". No cataclysm, no announcement. Humanity is still immersed in political games and wars. Only the keen ones are aware: the trajectories of bullets are becoming more and more random, reports of precision missile malfunctions are increasing year by year, and on the Internet, conspiracy theories about "physical rules being tampered with" are quietly growing. Mo Xuan, an ordinary person who just wanted to survive in a turbulent era, picked up a corpse and a copy of "Geng Jin Sword Art" on a bloody night when immortal cultivators were fighting in the sky above the city. He didn't know that he had become the only "mistake" in this collapsed world. The old Dharma cannot be practiced together, and the Tao cannot be studied together. While all the practitioners were hunting each other in the increasingly thin spiritual energy, Mo Xuan embarked on a bloody path without competition because of this unexpected inheritance. From the wasteland of nuclear war to the kingdom of faith, from the ruins of civilization to steampunk. Carrying the gradually invalidating skills, he struggled, plundered, and acted like a god in the cracks of the rules of the "New Heaven". Until thousands of years later, he became the last remnant of the old world and the only immortal in the new era. But the price is that he must let all mankind live as firewood under his throne. ——This is a story about how "rules" quietly erase civilization, and how a person, in a desperate situation, in turn becomes the rule itself.