[No System, no harem, fantasy xianxia, no saintly protagonist, decisive and ruthless, schemes and underhanded plots]
One is either immortal or mortal, as fate would have it. Yet we will fight for the path to immortality, and never accept a life bound to the mortal world.
If the gods stand in our way, we slay them. If the Buddhas stand in our way, we destroy them.
A “cataclysm” descended from the heavens, wiping out all living beings.
Amid the dust, a hand bone, clear and crystalline as glass, seemed to awaken from a deep slumber. It burst through the earth, stirring up a cloud of hazy dust.
A moment later, a skeleton crawled out like a ghost and staggered to its feet. In its eyes, deep as black holes, wisps of eerie blue flame sprang to life, as though it were a messenger from hell.
