Shaking the Ancients: Suppressing Ruins with Fists

The heavens are coffins, and all realms are mausoleums. This world is nothing but the corpse of an ancient god floating in the endless abyss. My name is Lu Chen. In his previous life, he worked as a laborer for thirty years and died at his workplace at three o'clock in the morning. In this life, he dressed as a mining slave and dug in a dark mine for three years. I didn't cry and scream, I just wanted to understand one thing - I will never be at the bottom again in my two lifetimes. There is a miniature vortex hidden in the heart, which I call the "Eternal Furnace". It can eat all the spiritual power, toxins, and curses that are blasted into my body, and refine it into the purest energy and blood to feed back to the physical body. The price is that it will be hungry, and when it is hungry, it will eat my own life. So this road can only go forward and cannot stop. The Wanfa Immortal Alliance promulgated the "Death Order" and laid a dragnet. The Ancient Burial Family covets my body and wants to tear me down into materials. Deep in the ruins, something indescribable covets and whispers to me. They say that body cultivation is an evil path, but they don't know that this whole world is the real lie. This ancient god's corpse is rejecting all external energy. Refining Qi to live forever is nothing but parasitism. The real road lies in these fists. He sharpens his bones in the pursuit, burns his blood in the bloody battle, shakes his fist at all dharma, and proves his way to the heavens. One day, I will use this body to shake the backbone of this decadent era and break the established reincarnation. On top of the abyss of eternal silence, I will reopen with my body—the era that belongs to me.