At the foot of Huangling Mountain, the descendants of sinners have been slaves for generations, and their lives are like grass.
Ye Chen originally thought that the cruelest thing in the world was to watch his sister's heart being ripped out to make elixirs by evil cultivators, but he couldn't even move a finger.
Only later did he realize that the most cruel people in the world were the aloof immortals and gods. While enjoying the offerings and sacrifices of mortals, they said in an understatement——
"Mortals are born as firewood. This is the way of heaven."
The way of heaven?
Ye Chen lowered his head and looked at the black lines that appeared on his palm after swallowing the evil cultivator's spiritual power, and suddenly smiled.
Then split the sky and kill this god.
Let all the false gods in heaven and earth hear clearly——
Mortals are not your fuel.
Mortal...
He is your gravedigger.
