The spiritual energy that everyone in the world of cultivation longs for is, in my eyes, a source of deadly radiation.
They were fighting for spiritual veins like they were fighting for minerals, but I was picking up rubbish in an abandoned mine pit.
The elders of the Immortal Sect are all immortals, but they actually rely on squeezing their disciples to delay their own distortion.
Until that day, I was forced to swallow the high concentration of spiritual crystals.
Not only did he not die, a reverse purification mechanism was generated in his body.
When the entire world of cultivation regarded me as a heretic and united to encircle and suppress me.
I sat in a psychic mecha powered by waste spiritual stones and pointed the muzzle at the sky——
"Your path to ascension is a dead end."
"How about trying my new energy ascension plan?"
