Dao Mo Rui Prison Tribulation

In the bright world of the Great Yin Dynasty, every ray of spiritual energy breathed out by the immortal cultivators was the residual blood of the innate gods and demons, and every skill was a symbiotic contract signed with the indescribable thing. The Tao lines on the monk's fingertips are the tooth marks where gods and demons gnaw at the soul, the golden elixir in the Dantian is a cage that imprisons residual consciousness, and the so-called anchor point of the heart - whether it is the essence and blood of a relative or a natal magic weapon - is nothing but spiritual opium that delays alienation. When monks break through the realm, what greets them is not immortality, but a deeper symbiotic slavery: the bones of sword cultivators will crystallize into eternal and incorruptible sword blades, and the internal organs of alchemy cultivators will turn into magic furnaces that breed poisonous elixirs, until they become mountain-suppressing monsters suppressed in the sect's secret place, using their wails to warn future generations of the price of cultivation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.