From Fleeing Famine to Migration: I Lead My Entire Clan to Cultivate Immortality and Fight Like Mad

Thirty thousand years ago, she was betrayed by her own kin, had her Dao foundation ripped out, and fell into the void. Thirty thousand years later, carrying memories of three lifetimes, she returned barefoot from the road of flight. Her former disciple had become a puppet of the Immortal Realm, and her old friend had become a stone stele that sealed the realm. “Master... save me...” Lin Xi: Save you? No. I want every god and Buddha in the heavens to be buried with you! Mo Li: You're alone. What makes you dare challenge the entire Immortal Realm? Lin Xi: Who says I'm alone? (With a wave of her hand, thirty thousand years of remnant souls gather.) Lin Xi: Disciples of my Lingxiao Sect, heed my command. Today, we march with me to bathe the Southern Heavenly Gate in blood! The result: rivers of blood flood the Immortal Realm, and the twilight of the gods arrives ahead of time!