Everything Returns to the Abyss

The cycle of epochs never stops. Until a person opens a pair of eyes that should not belong to this era. The young Shen Yuan had mediocre qualifications, but because of his master's last words before his death, he embarked on the road south to the south of the Yangtze River. He didn't know who wrote the letter, didn't know who the "painter" in Jiangnan was, and he didn't know what the glowing golden lines in his palm meant. He only knew one thing - something was wrong with the world. From the stone tablet engraved with names in the ruins of the secret realm, to the crack at the bottom of the abyss that even heaven cannot repair; from the ancient soul fragments sealed in the body of painter Qingyi, to the horrifying truth that mad scholar Chu Xunzhen spent his life deducing - all clues point to the same answer: this era is about to end. Before that, seven eras had already been destroyed by the same fate. But Shen Yuan refused to admit it. He has no heaven-defying bloodline, no ancient inheritance, and no script for the chosen one. He only has a pair of omnipotent eyes - he can see everything, but he cannot touch it. He only has a group of people abandoned by the world: the descendants of the gatekeeper, the painter who has forgotten everything, the scholar trapped in the body of a puppet, a rusty sword, and a white-haired woman who has been guarding alone on the edge of the abyss for five hundred years. He used these eyes to see through the lies of the epoch cycle, used his life to block the cracks in the abyss, and spent one hundred and twenty years of waiting in exchange for the words "I'm hungry." Then he stood up, dusted himself off, and continued walking. Because behind him, someone was waiting for him to go home.