A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: The New Immortal Realm

Ascension isn't freedom. It's a deeper cage.

Han Li thought that ascending to the Immortal Realm would let him glimpse the true meaning of eternal life. He had no idea that he was stepping into a slaughterhouse where Primordial Gods had been raising their livestock for billions of years.

Here, immortals devour laws, grotto-heavens drain lifespans, and the so-called "Heavenly Dao" is nothing but a blood-soaked net covering the eyes of all living beings.

Invincible in the lower realm? True Immortals are just mine slaves.

At the dried-up Immortalization Pool, nine chains bind the body of an ascended immortal.

In the depths of the Black Tribulation Abyss, curses from the ancient Desolate Clans crawl out of Blood Marrow Crystals.

Under the Northern Cold Immortal Palace's kill order, the Heaven Palming Bottle trembles with greed for the first time...

"The end of the mortal's path is overturning the game played by these false immortals."

In this life, Han Li is no longer "Han the Runner."

He uses a hundred thousand years of lifespan as bait, planting the seed of god-slaying while pursued by the Three Great Dao Ancestors.

He refines his Gold Devouring Beetles into Devouring Dao Vicious Gu, letting them gnaw at the Heavenly Court's proudest Nine-Turn Golden Pills.

In the Reincarnation Hall Master's remnant soul, he sees his own past-life self, fighting his way through the Thirty-Third Heaven with the bottle in hand.

"They want the laws. I want the truth."

When the price of turning back time is the annihilation of the souls of those he once knew,

when Nangong Wan's remnant soul becomes the fuse for a Heavenly Dao puppet,

when the Heaven Palming Bottle's spirit finally tears away its mask of compassion...

Han Li grips his rusty pickaxe and carves one last line into the mine wall:

"If cultivating immortality is a lie, then I'll be the one to tear up the book."