Sitting and Watching the Fall of the Immortal Way

I am a university student. I got lost, and everyone here calls me “Young Master Ji” and advises me to mourn and accept fate. Before I could even react, the county magistrate's daughter—just selected into an immortal sect—came to break off our engagement. Hah, what an interesting start.

I began to understand this strange world and saw that beneath the flourishing immortal cultivation and the rising dynasty lay thousands of miles of corpses and a people in misery. These cultivators feast on the fat of the land, drain the world’s spiritual veins dry with their alchemy and cultivation, and in the end, ascend to the heavens with loud laughter—how are they any different from corrupt officials who embezzle funds and flee abroad?

At first, I truly didn’t intend to get involved in this conflict; I just quietly did what little I could.

But when Ji You stood atop the mountain peaks and watched the immortal path collapse beneath the boundless sky, he felt truly innocent.