Immortal Dao is Dead, I am the Mastermind Behind It All

[No female lead + Mythological epic + Plot-driven + Strategist] In the vast world of mountains and seas, the immortal path has collapsed, and the rules have mutated. The old cultivators, absorbing spiritual energy, will eventually transform into "Human Ginseng," the sustenance for others. The new Daoist sect rises, feeding on humans, using cities as gardens, and viewing all living beings as resources. Shen Moyan ascends amidst this desperate situation, possessing the "As I Write," capable of restarting his writing after a lifetime, accumulating countless lifetimes of cultivation. Each lifetime's final stroke becomes a bookmark in his soul. The true meaning of cultivation techniques, the dust of history, the threads of destiny… all settle within it. The old inkstone is used for new grinding, the final stroke is restarted. Mountains and seas are the scroll, all living beings are the ink. He was once the supreme martial artist of the lower planes, and also the ginseng in the palm of the cultivation world, witnessing the world turn into a sea, the war between humans and demons, the bloodshed of True Monarchs, and the destruction of the world by Heavenly Demons. He coldly observes the world's conflicts, secretly cultivating the Demonic Art of Ten Thousand Lifetimes, and pondering the secrets of the Origin Transmission Stele. The game of immortals, the invasion of demons—these were all annotations between the pages of his book. When the players entered the game, ready to reap everything, they discovered… the author of the ending had already changed. …Countless lifetimes later. “My lords, bid farewell to the Mountain and Sea Realm you have so cherished!” “To prove my Great Dao, you have died a worthy death!” The Mountain and Sea Realm crumbled before his eyes, yet Shen Moyan remained unmoved, only sighing softly, “Without immortality, all are but dust.”