I Glimpsed Primordial Mist Through the Mortal World

A demolition project tore down the home Chen Mo and his grandmother had lived in for decades. A single notice declaring it an “illegal structure” showed him just how cold the world really was. That very night, he found an old book without a cover. It said: “What changes is form; what remains unchanged is the heart.” From then on, he saw a cloud of mist floating behind every person. Anger was red, desire was pink, and obsession was black. He discovered he could disperse the mist of emotions and turn those emotions into a force called “heart power.” He thought he had awakened to a special ability. Only later did he understand that cultivators in this world had nearly died out long ago. Those who remained were either frauds or obsessives. Chen Mo had no plans to become a god or save the world. He just wanted to make some money and give his grandmother a comfortable life. But as he went along, he broke through the shell of the human world. It turned out the mortal world was only mist. Beneath the mist lay the sea. At the sea's end was Primordial Mist. The path of cultivation had long been severed. And he might be the last person capable of walking it.