The Blasphemous Way
Beyond life and death. Beyond heaven and earth. Beyond suffering itself — lies the only truth worth seeking.”
On the day the heavens bled, Li Qiong stood alone against the world.
Surrounded by thousands of immortals — righteous sects, divine patriarchs, sword saints — he stood atop Blackpine Sky Ridge, bloodied yet unbowed.
His cultivation was in shambles. His body was broken. His soul burned away like a candle.
And yet… he laughed.
For he had already seen through it all.
Li Qiong was no villain, no hero, no martyr.
He was a seeker. A sage. A man who had walked farther than any other on the endless path — and glimpsed a truth so vast, so profound, that even the heavens themselves feared it.
While others cultivated for power, for status, for petty notions of righteousness or vengeance…
Li Qiong pursued one thing, and one thing only:
True immortality. The door beyond. The answer to life, to death, to suffering itself.
For centuries he endured in silence. Patient. Persistent.
He bled, and knelt, and climbed — each step closer to the ultimate truth.
Until the day came when even heaven itself tried to stop him.
And he smiled, because he understood:
To sever heaven is not to rebel.
It is to to be free.
But his story did not end with his fall.
When the heavens burned and his body turned to ash, his eyes opened once more — in the body of his younger self, before it all began.
Armed with the wisdom of countless lifetimes and the unyielding Will of a sage, he takes the path again — this time not merely to climb beyond heaven…
but to tear open the final door, and step through.
Even the heavens cannot shackle one who has already broken free.
