I Cultivate the Rotten Dao in the Righteous Sect

The righteous sect's mountain gates are not necessarily a place of light. A dark pattern lies hidden in the palm of Chen Jin, a menial disciple. It can corrode metal and stone, but it also gnaws away at his flesh and bones, bit by bit. The ancestral legacy everyone pursues is a shackle fastened around him. The trap has already been laid, and one "accident" after another is unfolding. He cannot reveal his power or speak of his secrets. He crosses abandoned mines, fights bloody battles against world-ending formations, and faces the temptation of absolute authority. After weathering countless wars, he has no desire to become a lofty Dao Ancestor. He asks only that authority decay, and that he be reborn as an ordinary man.