Winter has arrived, and under the snow in Linjia Village, there are graves specially prepared for the poor.
Lu Chen grew up here, eating scraps and being scolded by fists and kicks. His heart was as cold and hard as the clay statue in the Tutu Temple. He believes in a truth: Tears cannot buy food. If you want to survive, you have to be more ruthless than a wild dog.
However, fate has to take away even this ant-like vitality. A battle between immortals and demons suddenly came to the back of the mountain, and the aftermath of the battle was like heaven's punishment, crushing all the villages and villagers into scorched earth. Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.
Among the ruins and corpses, what Chase Lu saw was not salvation, but two "immortals" who were hurting both sides and on the verge of death. Liu Yuan, who claimed to be the deacon of Qingyun Sect, used immortality as bait, but there was a cold murderous intention in his eyes that treated him like a piece of grass.
"Save you? Then wait for you to recover and let me die physically and mentally?"
No hesitation, no fear. Lu Chen picked up the broken sword of the demon cultivator and stabbed to death a wild wolf fighting for territory. He accurately and calmly cut the "immortal"'s throat with one sword. Warm blood splashed on the pale snow, and a cold smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
"The life of an immortal is life, but my life as a mortal is not life?"
From then on, he clutched the blood-stained storage bag and embarked on the road of cultivating immortality. Ahead is a world of cultivation that eats people without spitting out their bones. There is no warmth, only the law of the jungle and the ubiquitous calculations.
Lu Chen had nothing but a heart that was honed in desperate situations, colder than ice and harder than iron.
The path to immortality is vast, and all living beings are chess pieces. He didn't want to be a pawn, so he had to... Become
