Immortal of Fallen Ash

The sky has been torn open for many years, and the corpses of immortals fall like rain.

The first time Gu Yu was sent to retrieve an immortal corpse, he knew he would not survive long under the pollution of immortal power.

This last time, with death closing in, he felt a faint pulse at the corpse’s wrist.

Remembering a few rambling words the Pavilion Master had once said, he took out his needle knife and grafted one of a dead immortal’s meridians into himself.

And so, in an unnoticed corner beneath the torn sky, a flame of defiance quietly flickered to life.