Eternal Life in Dry Prison

No one deserves to live forever, so I climbed out of this big coffin of heaven and earth, stepping on dry bones. Everyone in the world envies immortality, but they don't know that beneath it all are dry bones. When he was nine years old, Yang Ping was abducted from the snowy plains of the deserted north by the Xuanyin Sect's iron boat and thrown into a medicine testing cave that even the monks regarded as "consumables." There were one hundred and eight children selected in the same batch. Three years later, only three were left. In this dry hell world where the spiritual energy is exhausted and the weak are preyed on by the strong, cultivating immortality is not asking, but slaughtering—— The sects of the righteous way use mortals to test medicine, while the giants of the evil way use living creatures to refine corpses. The so-called immortal path is just another hell on earth. Yang Ping has no spiritual roots, no background, and even his name is ridiculously ordinary. All he had was the ruthlessness he had honed in the mass graves, and the calculations he had honed on the edge of life and death. "Since this world treats ordinary people as nothing but grass..." "Then I will be the grass that grows out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood." Although the dry prison is big, one day, I want this day to be unable to cover my eyes anymore. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.