The god who is said to have created the world was actually an extremely large rotting corpse.
The so-called "spiritual energy" is the corpse odor emitted by the gods.
The so-called "immortal cultivators" are just a group of maggots lying on corpses and sucking carrion. The higher the realm, the more serious the illness and the deeper the distortion.
And Ye Chen is the only useless person in the world who "cannot eat carrion".
In order to rescue his sister, who was regarded as the "best petri dish" by the immortal, he found a piece of "real bone residue" that had not decayed before the death of the god at the bottom of the most filthy sword washing pool.
You cultivate immortality, and I kill poison.
Since the auras of heaven and earth are all high-dimensional corpse poison, then I will use my mortal body to practice Wushou Martial Arts!
When the immortal sat high in the clouds and swung his sword light that filled the sky with compassion, Ye Chen just walked forward with a blank face and smashed the invincible body-protecting immortal light with one punch.
"Don't be nervous," Ye Chen stabbed the immortal's Dantian with his bare hands, "I'm just here to help you remove a tumor."
