Falling into the Clouds

On the day when Shen Du failed to cross the tribulation, his Dantian was shattered, his spiritual roots withered, and his cultivation in the Mahayana period was drained away like sand. He's not dead. But it's almost like death. No one in the Kyushu immortal world remembers him. Once the first person in three thousand years, he is now delivering food in Wangcheng. He is on the first level of Qi Refining and earns five spirit stones a day. He lives in a basement in the west of the city and deals with grumpy customers in the foundation building stage and leaky flying skateboards every day. He thought he would be like this for the rest of his life. Until one day, he received an order—cave house No. 37, At the top of Qingyun Peak. That was his former cave. The person who opened the door was his former Taoist companion, Su Yingxue. She didn't recognize him. She gave him a jade bottle with a line of words engraved on the bottom: "Shen Du, I'll wait for you on the tenth floor." That night, another "Su Yingxue" knocked on his door. She said that she was the dark side that split from Su Yingxue's body when she failed to escape the tribulation three hundred years ago. She was imprisoned in the ninth layer of the abyss, and the tenth layer held a secret about the truth about Shen Dudu Tribulation. "Do you want to know who cut you from the sky?" She asked with a smile. Shen Du tightened his grip on the eight spirit stones in his hand. He doesn't want revenge, he doesn't want to counterattack, he doesn't want to return to the top. He just wanted to finish delivering the takeout for the day. But someone wouldn't let him stop. --- This is not a story about a loser's comeback. This is the story of a man who had fallen and looked up in the mud.