Chronicles of the Mortal World in the Great Wilderness

“Is cultivating immortality really defying heaven?”

Wrong. The greatest lie in this world is cultivation.

Here, absorbing spiritual energy is essentially “being assimilated by the heavens.”

Those who cultivate fire turn into a merciless sea of flames in their later years. Those who cultivate wood eventually take root and become trees. The closer one gets to the Heavenly Dao, the faster one loses one's humanity. The lofty sects and noble schools are nothing more than “arks of the apocalypse,” where high-ranking cultivators keep mortals captive and feed on their worldly obsessions to resist assimilation and stay alive.

From the start, Lu Yuan was nothing but expendable mortal labor in a remote frontier mine camp. His left hand had already begun to “weather” into transparency, and he was destined to vanish from the world within three years.

In desperation, he pulled out a mysterious [Bronze Broken Bowl].

This bowl could simmer the cold, deadly laws of divinity together with the most mundane worldly obsessions, refining them into “True Blood of the Mortal World” without any backlash.

And so, in a world where even the gods feared karma, Lu Yuan embarked on a wildly different path.

He counterbalanced the breath of the Wind God with the longing in a loving mother's letter;

he smelted the thunder of the nine heavens with the resentful blood of a hundred thousand mine slaves.

Others cut themselves off from the mortal world to seek immortality. Lu Yuan was determined to gulp down the heaviest, most human parts of life.

Years later, the will of the gods awoke, seeking to assimilate the world.

Dressed in coarse hemp and holding a rusty, broken bowl, Lu Yuan stood alone before a hundred billion mortals.

“The Heavenly Dao is too cold. I won't cultivate immortality.”

“Today, I shall use three thousand worldly lives as ink to reforge the laws of heaven and earth!”