True Immortal Road

For three years in the Qingyun Sect, Ling Jin's life was worse than that of a wild dog. Born with a remnant spirit body, his meridians are blocked, and there is no hope of inducing qi. He is a living medicine guide that the immortal sect can throw away easily, and an ant that high-level disciples will not crush to death. On a snowy night in the twelfth lunar month, he was determined to die by breaking his bones and extracting his marrow. He had no choice but to press the blood-stained magic scripture into his still bleeding wound. Those who enter this sutra will fall forever and never be reincarnated. From then on, there was no longer a living handyman in the world, and there was more a lonely soul who used blood as a sacrifice and killed to prove the Tao. The world scolded him for his monstrous demonic flames and bloodthirsty nature, but they didn't know that the saints of the immortal sect who recited the Qingxin Dao Sutra had long ago refined thousands of mortals into cauldrons and refined the flesh and blood of their fellow sects into elixirs. The light of the righteous path cannot shine into the bones under the blue clouds; the path of the devil can drag all those who have bullied him into hell one by one. The road to immortality is long and endless. He does not ascend to bliss, does not cross the common people, but uses the blood and bones of all souls to pave a path that belongs only to him - the Immortal Road of Infinity.