Everyone says that it is good to cultivate immortality and achieve immortality in one step. But he said that at the end of the immortal road, there are all withered bones, so it is better for me to bury them with my own hands.
When the most inconspicuous outer deacon of Tianjian Pavilion smiled and handed over the Qi-nourishing Pill that "helps you practice", no one knew that the death knell of the entire world of immortality had been quietly sounded.
He didn't have any luck, he only had to endure and lie dormant for thirty years. He does not want to be happy with grudges, but only wants all his enemies to rot in despair in the carefully woven web.
Righteous fairy? Just a puppet to test the medicine. The genius of a wealthy family? It's just a pawn to bring trouble. A giant of magic? It's just a weapon used to kill people.
This is the story of an old devil disguised as a little white rabbit, plotting against the entire world of immortality, and ruining it step by step.
Here comes the question: when the most honest and inconspicuous classmate around you suddenly smiles at you, how should you judge whether what he hands over is a fairy fate or... A life reminder?
