Ten Thousand Ruins Bury the Dao

The night was dark as ink, the cold moon hidden behind clouds. On the back mountain behind the outer sect of Qinglan Sect, a desolate cliff stood steep and lonely, strewn with scattered rocks. The biting mountain wind swept up withered branches and dead grass, howling and echoing across the empty cliffside, producing bursts of bleak, solemn sound. At the very top of the broken cliff, a young man in a blue robe sat quietly cross-legged... — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Ten Thousand Ruins Bury the Dao — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠