Lord of the Abyss

In ancient times, a cocoon of light hung in the heavens. People called it the Spirit Nexus of the Compassionate Mother.

It swallowed all the stagnation and gloom of cultivation in the world, turning its power into a gentle spring rain. Awakening came as easily as breathing, and breaking through realms was as ordinary as drinking water. Countless cultivators basked in its grace, believing the world had always been so generous.

Until the cocoon of light shattered, and the void overflowed.

The burdens once gently borne in their stead returned to the mountains, rivers, and shoulders of every living being. Cultivation was no longer an easy road, and awakening was no longer a gift. Each step forward now demanded flesh and blood as fuel and the mind as its guide, as each person struggled alone through stagnation to recognize their own echo.

The young Pei Zheng was born in this era of renewed heaviness.

He had never seen the cocoon's gentle light, yet from childhood he bore a fracture he could not put into words. When the true weight of all things pressed upon the soul, and the boundary between