Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.