Immortal Cultivators Are Contemptible

Is this the best of times? An era of only famine and disaster. This is the worst of times! An era in which the heaven and earth cages raised livestock. All things are inhumane, singing and offering sacrifices, you and I are just sacrifices on the booth. The female heroes and witches are flying everywhere, their souls and flesh are just the power of the dolls. The case turned into ashes in a blink of an eye, and the feelings were just a bargaining chip for betrayal. Respecting each other as guests is not as good as leaving together. The soul is not the last insistence. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.