Remnants of the Ashes

The gods did not die in battle—they committed suicide. They crushed the corpses into ashes and scattered them all over the earth, waiting for the humans to inhale them into their lungs one by one, and then recreate a new god in the living body. This is not a gift. It is a reincarnation that lasts for thirteen hundred years. Cultivation does not rely on Dantian. By picking up ashes. By kneeling in the mine, he sifted the debris of the god's corpse out of the soil, sucked it in, and let the embers of the dead flow in his veins. Every time you break through a realm, it's not about acquiring a skill - it's about the world changing its color in your eyes. See the traces of cause and effect, hear the memory of ashes, and look up at the stars from the black hole in your body during the ten breaths when your heart stops. And at the bottom of it all—under the ashes, under the rock formations, under the cognition—a consciousness that has not yet opened its eyes is slowly growing underground. It has swallowed the ashes of the divine corpse for thirteen hundred years and has just begun to wake up. It is not evil. It's just hungry. Meng Jin didn't know this. He only knew that he had been kneeling in the mines of Fallen City for six years, and there was a small area deep in his lungs that would get hot at night. In the center of the palm, a very light layer of gold shines through. And deep down in the mine, something was calling his name. Go down. Under the ashes, above the abyss. A complete godhead took shape in the lungs of a Jin slave. The old god is waiting for a body, the new consciousness is waiting for an answer. And the man who has been kneeling to pick up ashes for six years - he still doesn't know that the choice he will make next will make the reincarnation of the gods turn a corner on him.