At some point, the laws of Heaven and Earth changed, and nothing in the world could become an immortal.
What people did not know was that countless lives had slaughtered one another in the pursuit of immortality. Some had even gone so far as to activate an ancient grand array and sacrifice billions of lives, all to open the path to ascension and become true immortals. Yet in the end, all that remained was an anguished roar that pierced the clouds, followed by death and the dissolution of the soul.
No one knew how much time had passed since then. Gradually, people began to doubt that immortals had ever existed. Along with that doubt came a question that had perplexed people for millions of years, now appearing in the world at last.
“May I ask, are there immortals in this world?”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Pure fantasy is a waste of writing in Feilu. The most popular thing about Feilu is the pretentious writing. Pure fantasy would be better written in Dian, at least it is much better than in Feilu.