Don't Ascend, It's a Harvest

All the disciples of Xuantian Sect are waiting to ascend. Only the handyman Chen Lin knows that the golden light descending from the sky is never a guide, but a harvest. The elders dissolve smiling in the golden light, disciples kneel and cheer, and the thin threads above their heads sway like ripe wheat. Chen Lin has a pair of eyes that can see the truth—the Guanfu Pupils. He turns and runs. But the second ritual on the night of the full moon is approaching, and the checkpoints of the six southeastern prefectures are already sealed. Halfway, the master of Frost Flower Hall intercepts him. "Your eyes are of the same kind as that thing in the sky. On the night of the full moon, see clearly what it looks like—and I'll guarantee you and your friend's survival." Chen Lin thinks for a moment. "Deal." After all, he was already scheming against everyone. Before the full moon, he must survive. After the full moon, he will burn this wheat field to the ground. — Description from novelcodex.org