The Path of Artifact Refinement and Immortality

His name is Wei Zhao. He is nineteen, white-haired, and poor.

A remnant soul from the Demon Sect is sealed within him, and he carries the keepsake of an ancestor who transmigrated.

All he wants is to earn silver, but he gets swept into a conspiracy spanning 3,600 planets.

Behind him stands a group of “madmen” who never take the ordinary path:

a swordsman who has lived through six cycles of reincarnation, a cowherd boy whose soul inhabits mountains and rivers, a ghost woman who attained enlightenment after death, a drunkard who crippled his own cultivation...

They call him their leader.

He says he’s just a talisman seller.

Until the day he stands at the edge of Windthunder Gorge and looks back at those behind him:

Daoists, princesses, merchants, blacksmiths, little ghosts, monsters...

He suddenly smiles:

“Those still willing to follow me to our deaths, come.”

No one steps back.