Cultivation in Troubled Times

In Cangxuan Realm, the spiritual energy is exhausted and the weak eat the strong. Lin Su was born here with the memory of the earth. What has been hidden under the short brown cloth for seventeen years is an adult's obsession with his homeland. He thought that returning home was a path that could be calculated clearly - collect enough spiritual stones, find the passage, and return to the old dream of neon lights and air-conditioned rooms. Until he bought the broken piece of paper on the black market, until his mother coughed up blood at the stove but hid it from him, until his father Lu silently blocked the killing array for him and became permanently disabled. Only then did he understand that equal exchange in this world is never merciful. There is a price to pay for cultivation, and even more blood to pay for returning home. Under the ancient altar of Beihuang, the inscription on the stone gate was incomplete: "Soul... Blood... Bond..." He cut his wrists and fed the door with blood. What he got in exchange was not the opening of the passage, but the backlash of severed meridians and reversed cultivation. And how many secrets does the taciturn blacksmith, who carries him back from the gate of hell, hide? When the sect's genius regards him as a pawn that can be harvested, when the bonds of parents from another world become the deepest shackles on the way back home, when "cutting off the earthly ties" and "sacrifice bonds" become the only options to open the passage—— Lin Su gripped the dagger tightly and took the next step through the fog barrier. He has decided on this path.