OFFERING FLOWERS BEFORE THE BUDDHA

“I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead...”A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Our world had been polluted.The emergence of Extraordinary Creatures, legends of ghosts and demons, Cultivation and Evolution, the clash of mystical objects and techniques, the doors to other dimensions had been opened. Some fought to cross, others fled... All of this began after the Sky Tipping.