I’m a college student, and I got lost. Everyone here calls me Ji Shaoye and even tells me to “condolences, move on. ” Before I could even react, the county magistrate’s daughter, who’d just been selected into the immortal sect, came to break off the engagement with me.

Ha, what an interesting opening. I started to get a feel for this bizarre world and saw the immortal path thriving, while under the flourishing dynasty there are starving corpses stretching for miles and people barely getting by. These cultivators have devoured the people’s fat and marrow, refined the celestial‑earthly ley lines, and then burst out laughing as they ascend—how is that any different from the corrupt officials who flee with the loot?

At first I truly hadn’t planned to get tangled up in this mess; I just quietly did what I could. Ji You, perched atop the mountains, sitting under the endless sky as the immortal path collapses, feels deeply innocent.