Ascension is not freedom, but a deeper prison.
Han Li thought that he could get a glimpse of the true meaning of immortality by ascending to the immortal world, but he didn't know that he was stepping into a slaughterhouse that had been nurtured by the innate gods for hundreds of millions of years.
The immortals here devour the law, the cave heaven here sucks life essence, and the "heavenly way" here is just a blood net covering the eyes of all living beings.
Invincible in the lower realm? True immortals are nothing but mine slaves.
Beside the dry immortal pool, nine chains wrapped around the ascending body;
Deep in the Black Calamity Abyss, the curse of the ancient desolate race crawled out of the blood marrow crystal;
Under the execution order from Beihan Immortal Palace, the Palm Sky Vase trembled greedily for the first time...
"At the end of the mortal stream, there is a chess game that overturns this table of pseudo-immortals."
In this life, Han Li is no longer "Han Paopao".
He used 100,000 years of life as bait to plant the seed of god-killing in the pursuit of the Three Great Dao Ancestors;
He refined the gold-eating insect into the "Swallowing Dao Fierce Gu" and ate the most proud Nine-turn Golden Pill in heaven;
In the remnant soul of the Master of the Reincarnation Hall, he saw the figure of his previous life holding a bottle and fighting bloody battles in the thirty-third heaven.
"They want the rules, I want the truth."
When the price of looking back in time is that the souls of old friends are scattered,
When Nangong Wan's remnant soul became the lead for the puppet of Heaven,
When the Heavenly Bottle Spirit finally tore off the mask of compassion——
Han Li grasped the rusty pickaxe tightly and carved the last stroke on the rock wall of the mine: "If cultivating immortality is a scam, I will be the book tearer."
