The Embers Are Still Alive and the Flowers Are Blooming

[Anti-Routine Cultivation of Immortality] (Slightly Cthulhu) (Volume 1) Group portrait In the Galaxy Continent where humans and demons coexist, the so-called "human-monster order" is not the way of heaven to maintain balance at all! Is God a true God or a false God? Is the ascension fake? If immortality is illusory and it is difficult to find a loved one, then what is the point of cultivating the Tao? However, there are always some glimmers of light trying to pierce this eternal darkness. "This order will eat up all the people." "Today, I am the new way of heaven." —— "With my blood... Call my Lord..." He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood in front of the golden Buddha statue. Blood beads slid down the steps, like tears of blood. "Da." A gilded Buddha's foot steps into a pool of blood. The Buddha, who was supposed to be compassionate, twisted his lips to an impossible arc at this moment, and his glazed eyes turned in a circle, staring directly at the kneeling man. The Buddha's voice was like hundreds of children's voices stacked together, crisp and eerie with a sticky sound. "I remember... You swore a poisonous oath to kill your wife to prove your enlightenment?" "My lord knows clearly... I really want to..." "Oh?" The Buddha suddenly leaned over, his face with peeling gold paint almost touching it. "Then please explain--" The Buddha's palm suddenly grabbed the man's throat and lifted him into the air. "Why are you looking for someone like her?!"