Foreign Taoist Corpse: I Am Engaged in Demolition in the World of Cultivation

The orthodoxy is extinct, and I am the only one carrying my remains. Yunyin watched in the bloody night, and Lu Zhao became the last remnant of the Taoist tradition. Carrying a hot green jade pendant, he crossed the endless sea and fell into the white jade capital where all laws are forbidden. Here, meditating is a sin and vomiting is evil. The "fake seal" on the back of his hand, forged with the lives of his masters, is a talisman and a life-threatening curse. Stealing fire in the soul-devouring stone prison, hiding the soul under Wen Xin's plate, and walking among the gray towers suppressing the remains of the Dragon Abyss. When the jade pendant resonates with the cracks in the world, when the shadow stream in the dark reveals the blade, when the gods from above cast their gaze... Lu Zhao understands that what the master paid for with his life is never a way out. Rather, it is a bloody road that allows the Eastern Way to reignite, roar, and finally judge the gods on the bones of a foreign land.