Record of Becoming an Immortal

There was still blood on the young man's face, but his eyes did not stay on himself, but on a body lying on the ground less than three feet away in front of him, with his back turned to the sky. "Is he still breathing..." He squeezed the iron beads in his hands with force. The palm of his hand tightened, and the cold iron beads made him concentrate even more. He held the hand facing the corpse with two fingers, and flicked it with his backhand. The beads cut through the air, as fast as a stream of light, and flew in the direction of the back of the corpse. At this moment, the corpse... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.