After traveling through time to cultivate immortality, I became the most ordinary outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
Everyone dreams of flying with a sword and living forever.
Only I can see the truth of this world.
When Elder Chuan Gong was teaching, the shadow behind him was eating his own head.
The pages of the Supreme Immortal Technique in the Sutra Pavilion are sewn with human skin, and the words squirm under the ink.
The senior sister I have a crush on, under her beautiful skin are countless pale arms tangled together.
I carefully hid this secret until the day when the genius senior brother of the sect established the foundation.
Thousands of people cheered for the auspicious purple energy surrounding him, but I saw that it was slimy tentacles that penetrated his seven orifices.
He opened his eyes, and his gray eyes crossed the sea of people and showed me a cold smile.
"It turns out you can see it."
