Don't You Want Me to Be the Dharma Master? I Changed My Job to Become a Blood-Barred War God

Cool article + funny + genius + rebirth In an era when spiritual energy was as cheap as oxygen, the day magic became a nationally broadcast gymnastics, I knew the world was going to end. When the scarlet blood moon rips open the sky, something strange strikes! Those monks who ate the golden elixir like jelly beans melted into bloody mud on the ground at the first encounter. And I, a foundation-building monk who has been practicing hard for thirty years, can only hold on for three more breaths than them. Rebirth in the 200-day countdown to the end, the system light curtain exploded in the retina with a scarlet warning: The purity of the host's spiritual root was detected to be 99%! Strongly recommended to practice immortality! What a stupid suggestion! I crushed the spirit-testing jade slip and sneered at the stalls all over the street where people were scanning codes to give away foundation-building pills. In the previous life, it was this illusion of universal ascension that made us hand over our weaknesses to Weirdness as a pre-dinner drink. This time, I would rather die than become an immortal! I cultivate everything except cultivating immortality! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.