The world is in chaos, demons are rampant, and immortal cultivators seek immortality behind closed doors.
People in the village all laughed at me for having immortality and wisdom, but I was born in the wrong place and was destined to die in the fields.
Until that day, the thieves were like a grate, and the fire burned away my last weakness.
I climbed out of the scorched earth and sneered at the ferocious ghost-like face reflected in the water.
This face will firmly remember the appearance of the enemy.
From now on, I don't want immortality or immortality.
I just want to drag them all into hell one by one to accompany me.
