The Old Mountain with Broken Lanterns

After the collapse of the sky in ancient times, the cracks in the fairy world have not healed, the spiritual energy is gradually drying up, and demons are rampant in the world. In the land of Kyushu, dynasties are decaying, vassal towns are divided, powerful families are willing to sacrifice people for immortality, sects are strife, and evil ways abound. Mortals are like ants, and monks cannot escape their fate. Lin Wang is a calamist. His name was taken away from him since he was a child. He tempered his body with a hundred poisonous pills, cut with an ancient sword, and exchanged his ruined lifespan for the power to kill demons. He walked among deserted villages and temples, and ancient roads on rainy nights, killing mountain spirits, slaying ghosts, and eliminating big demons, but he never believed in the so-called "way of heaven" and "justice." When he killed the seventh hanged ghost in Wushi Village in southern Zhejiang, a mutilated "Jade Slip of Destiny" drew him into a larger whirlpool. The vague prophecies on the jade slips point to the coming "Nine Realms Tribulation" - the resurrection of the ancient demon god, the complete collapse of the fairy world, and the transformation of the mortal world into purgatory. And he is just the pawn in the prophecy who is destined to "act recklessly". In order to trace the secret of the jade slip, Lin Wan was forced to embark on the road to the Central Plains. Along the way, he will encounter: The southern rebels who are wanted by the court but have ideals, the evil cultivator of the White Bone Temple who practices babies and eats ghosts, the fox demon doctor who hides his identity, and the mysterious girl bound by the "accident of fate"... Every choice deepens the cause and effect on him. Slaying demons may kill innocent people; helping others may contribute to deeper darkness; pursuing the truth may cost you your remaining life. In this troubled world where the remaining lights are about to go out and the old mountains are about to collapse, there are no heroes. There is only a man carrying an ancient sword on his back and covered with old wounds, walking in the endless night rain, With one's own arrogance, one goes against the already destined destruction of the world.