Return to Dust Without Life

At the end of the Xia Dynasty, the sacrifices collapsed and the way of heaven was out of order. Yin Qianlang is a shellfish merchant who travels around the streets. He is smooth-talking and good at calculating. He can talk stall owners into silence when bargaining, and he will quietly lend a hand when the road is rough. Relying on the ability to identify goods by just picking out the shells with one hand, you can live a stable life without getting better or worse. He hides a secret: he can see things that others cannot see - the golden threads floating from the heads of mortals, the gray chains wrapped around the priests, and the golden mist billowing under the ruined altar. For three years, he kept silent about it and just thought it was an eye problem caused by walking at night. Until that night, ghosts from the underworld blocked the door of his hospital. The iron chain dragged across the bluestone slab, and the rusty broken chain carved two words on the ground: lifeless. He is not on the roster of Heaven. He has no trace of where he came from when he was alive, and no trace of his soul after he died. Not even the ghost soldiers seeking his life could find out where he came from. Yin Qianlang refused. A businessman who makes a living by the soles of his feet never believes in destiny. He carried half a bag of seashells, picked up a sharpened short knife, and headed straight for the ancient secret realm—the place where the law of heaven had the thinnest coverage, and where the answer to his life experience was hidden. Along the way, there were the sealed ferocious beasts who were timid and fearful but extremely powerful, the broken-winged hunter who still refused to bow his head after breaking his wings, and an afterimage in white who always shielded him from the knife at the moment of life and death. Heaven had missed his fate, so he dug out the answer from ancient times.