You think you are cultivating immortality. In fact, you are being fostered.
You think you are living forever. In fact, you are waiting to die.
You thought you ate someone else. In fact, you are just marinating yourself more deliciously.
There are only two kinds of people in this world: those who eat people, and those who are eaten. But the cannibals are also being eaten by bigger things.
And you, no matter what level you have reached in cultivation - you are just a dish. Just the degree of familiarity is different.
The dark fable of "cultivating immortals is breeding". Nine realms, nine processes, from entering the pen to turning away hunger. There is no way of heaven, no good and evil, no retribution here. Just hunger, and food.
You can smell human flesh being cooked in this book.
