Sanxingxu

Three thousand years ago, the last king of ancient Shu personally pushed the prosperous civilization into the sacrificial pit, just to hide an unpolluted remnant of building wood for all living beings in the cracks of the three realms. Three thousand years later, the gods in the sky sealed off the world with "Heavenly Laws", and the void underground turned into a "black tide" that swallowed up all things. The vast wilderness sandwiched in between has become a prison of heaven and earth where one can only wait to die. Until a young tombkeeper who died tragically in the mud heard the sound of seeds sprouting in his broken heart. Along with it, there was also a cold king soul that had been sleeping for three thousand years and only looked at him in desperate situations. "The gods sit high in the clouds, and nothingness eats away at the human world. If you can't even cut off this small amount of cause and effect, you are not worthy of being the agent." Under the abyss, the young man used his life as firewood to reverse life and death. He doesn't seek immortality, he doesn't ask about the road, and he doesn't believe in destiny. He just wanted to break through the deadlock that filled the sky with gods and Buddhas, and find a way home for all sentient beings in the wilderness.