Shrouded in perpetual gloom, this realm harbors unnamable horrors that lurk in every shadowed crevice—abominations born of the Cthulhu Mythos, their forms anathema to mortal comprehension. Humanity, clinging to existence amid primordial dread, has forged fragmented civilizations built not on reason, but on the worship of twisted divinities whose true natures bleed through reality in nightmares. The once-sacred arts of ascension, those pathways to forgotten power, have long since been erased by the tides of a cosmos gone mad—all that remains is the chaotic legacy of the Cthulhu Cycle, a broken litany of rituals and whispers that drive mortals to madness or worse.
Until Sù Wàng arrived. A wanderer from a dead world called Earth, he carried with him the echo of forgotten memories and a forbidden cultivation system, a relic of a philosophy the gods themselves had sought to bury. His very presence tore at the fragile membrane of this reality, a catalyst destined to shatter the delicate equilibrium between the sane and the squamous, the living and the unliving.