Fairy Tide

Red tide pours from the sky, staining the mountains and rivers with blood. "That thing" that was chopped into pieces thousands of years ago sleeps at the bottom of the East China Sea. Whenever the tide comes, its fragments try to reunite according to the resonance of blood. Every mouthful, every pill, and every inch of the path to ascension that practitioners take is essentially absorbing the essence of its flesh and blood. This is the original sin of the spiritual world and its never-ending root. A blood tide occurs every three hundred years, and every time someone tries to make a choice. But those people were all dead. This time, it's Xie Changan's turn. The tide was already up to my ankles. The immortal path is glorious, but beneath it are the bones. The tide rises and falls, blood debts are paid with blood.