I Am Cultivating Immortality in Taoism

I use evil spirits as my food and troubled times as my furnace. The ten years in the Chongyang Palace of Zhongnan Mountain were just for practicing swordsmanship. They say that I am the most amazing genius in Taoism in the past three hundred years. But I don't know that every step I take is swallowing up the dirtiest evil and the most poisonous resentment in this troubled world. I never wanted to become an immortal. I just want those dead souls to have a place to rest. Until that day, evil spirits knock on the door, the Taoist system is overthrown, and China will perish. Only then did I realize that my whole life was just to guard that door. Behind the door is the human world. Outside the door is a battlefield. There are Eastern Shinto, Nanyang Jiantou, Western Demons, Tianzhu Cult, and Mussi Cult, who jointly invaded Kyushu. I can only deal with it with one sword. That sword struck at the shikigami of the Japanese Onmyoji, at the altar of the black wizard Simon, at the blood curse of the Nanyang head-dropping master, at the soul of the cultist, at the true body of the evil god... In the end, only the corpses of hundreds of millions of evil spirits were left outside Shanhaiguan. I looked back at the world behind me. It is the broken mountains and rivers where all the people kneel. I laughed. Although the immortal road is good, it is not as good as the human world behind you. Only then did I realize that what Master had not finished saying back then was... This calamity must be filled with one's own body.