In ancient times, the gates of heaven were wide open.
Everyone knows that this is an opportunity for ascension and a smooth road to immortality.
Only a few people saw that behind the Tianmen, there was not auspicious clouds but a huge, bloodshot pupil.
From that day on, cultivating immortals was no longer an act of defiance, but became "raising".
The higher the monk's cultivation level, the closer he is to becoming "His" nourishment.
The way of heaven is dead, and the divine court has collapsed.
There are no real immortals in the world, only monsters in human skin and a group of madmen groping in the dark.
