The Last Immortal Cultivator in the Last Days

## The last immortal cultivator in the last days >Nuclear winter has enveloped the earth for thirty years, and I am the last cultivator. >Every day when I meditate and breathe out, the radiation dust burns my meridians. >Until a group of survivors were chased by a herd of mutant beasts to the ruins of my retreat. >"Please help me!" They kowtowed crazily in my direction. >I wanted to just sit back and watch, until I heard the child crying: "Mom, I'm scared!" >The rusty bronze sword flew out of my sleeve, and the beasts instantly turned into blood mist. >The survivors trembled and knelt down: "Gods and Buddhas have appeared!" >I withdrew the blood-stained flying sword, my fingertips trembling slightly. >"How can there be any gods or Buddhas in this world?"