In my previous life, I joined an immortal sect, only to have my bones extracted and my soul refined.
Reborn, I began cultivating the forbidden technique, the Spirit-Devouring Scripture.
“This technique can only break through by devouring cultivators’ spiritual roots. Are you sure you want to learn it?” a mysterious voice asked.
I smiled and nodded, my gaze sweeping over the dantian of Li Muwan, the benefactor who had helped me in my previous life.
She stood in the rain holding an umbrella, waiting for me. “Come on, hurry and take the immortal sect test with me. If we’re late, we’ll miss our chance!”
I shook my head. “In this life, I choose a different path.”
That night, I pried open the skull of my first cultivator.
So this is what falling into depravity feels like. How sweet.
