One hundred thousand years after the immortal fall, the sound of the ice coffin shattering came from the depths of the Nine Nether Dragon Veins.
Qin Wudi stepped out of the forbidden area wearing the tattered Taoist robe of the last generation of qi alchemists. The rusty sword on his waist was engraved with the oath of heaven that he had cut off with his own hands - the writing was flickering and extinguishing with his breath, causing the thirty-six cave heavenly golden immortals to collectively vomit blood.
The defeated general who was beaten to the point of breaking his Taoist heart by him has now become the founder of the sect in the history books; the little gatekeeper demon who was casually enlightened in the past was actually worshiped as the supreme master of the demon realm. And the body of Dujie that he buried with his own hands was producing three thousand elixirs on his grave.
Everyone thought he was here to harvest this era.
Little did he know that there was still lying in the bronze coffin:
A candle of karmic fire that burns through the thirty-third heaven,
Half a volume of the wedding letter is filled with tears and blood,
As well as the "Plea for Mercy Poster" that God kneeled down to offer 100,000 years ago.
"My calamity has never been in the Three Realms and Five Elements."
When the projections from the heavens descended to harvest the Immortal Killing Golden Chain of Mahayana, Qin Wudi crushed the 90,000 supreme heads and pulled out the broken half of the ascension platform from the void:
"One hundred thousand years is enough to plant a tree——"
"Now, it's time to chop wood."
(A hidden thread running through a hundred thousand years: Those who ascend are all saplings of heaven, and Mahayana monks are actually nutrients for the mature period)
"It takes a hundred thousand years to realize immortality?"
"Then use calamity as fuel to burn this false way of heaven!"
(Underlying line of the world view: Immortal cultivators are actually the raised "firewood" to overcome the tribulation, and the immortal world harvests Mahayana monks every 100,000 years to fill the cracks in the world)
