In the depths of the abyss lies a hidden calamity’s flame; within the ashes, the path to immortality is born..

Three thousand paths of the Great Dao give rise to three thousand realms. The Great Dao numbers fifty, yet Heaven manifests forty-nine, always leaving one withdrawn. Twin souls in a single body, the Nine Emperors weave their schemes, and within the six mortal realms, all living beings are but pieces upon a chessboard. Drifting through the mortal world, struggling within the grand game, resisting the grip of fate, or perhaps losing oneself along the way. A nameless figure from Green Mountain Town now opens a new chapter. With respect, I borrow a line from a novel I once read: I once shouted... but gradually, my voice fell silent. I once wept, but slowly, my tears ceased to flow. I once grieved, but in time, I learned to bear all things. And now! Only a blank expression remains; my gaze is as unyielding as stone, and all that endures in my heart is resolve. This is who I am—a small, insignificant person. My—unyielding resolve..

Yang Tian transmigrated into a new world, becoming the youngest son of the Champion Marquis of the Qin Kingdom in the continent of Jiuzhou. Yet, he found himself facing a dire fate: his family estate was to be confiscated, and execution awaited him. In the grand hall of the court, he recited a poem, instantly opening the path of the Literary Dao. Moved by this, the sovereign of Qin bestowed upon him the title of Lord of the Desolate City. Confronted with a barren, desolate city—its defenses reduced to a few crumbling walls, its population sparse—Yang Tian began his journey to defend the city and prove his Dao. Countless were astonished: so this is what the Literary Dao can achieve! Could the way of the scholar rise again?.

The path of immortality is desolate; the way of humanity is cunning, born amidst a sullied world. To tread the immortal road, to pursue the utmost of human ways, to cleanse the world of its corruption—only my path resounds in solitude..

To seek immortality and ascend the path of the divine is the dream cherished by every cultivator; yet from ancient times to the present, how many have truly achieved godhood, gazing down upon all living beings? Witness how a young boy from the wilds, step by step, rises to become a deity and stands at the pinnacle of the world. (This novel’s cultivation system differs somewhat from typical tales, blending and refining various traditions into its own unique structure. Should the writing fall short, I ask for your understanding!).