If this world were a prison and all living beings were elixirs, I would use all the bones as chess pieces to judge the gods with my own hands on the pale throne. This is the best of times. Immortals are high in the clouds and can see forever. This is also the worst of times. All living beings are food and their lives are like grass.
In the Yuanxu Realm, which is tightly sealed by the "Jue Tian Di Tong", the starry sky has long become a legend. The four great sects ruled this land shrouded in blood-colored light. They spread poisons, kept mortals in captivity, and regarded the lower-level monks as living farms that produced "elixirs."
Lu Chen, a useless person whose spiritual roots were taken away and whose loved ones were reduced to sacrifices, was kneeling in the mine with continuous black rain, his fingernails filled with dirt.
The world saw him as humble as an ant, allowing others to trample on him, but they didn't know that in the dark rain, he had already put on a pale mask made from the phalanges of the "Wandering God".
In the open world, he is a submissive and taciturn low-level cultivator. In the agony of Ling Chi, he carves the taboo laws into his own bones inch by inch;
In the dark, he is the sole master of the underground organization "Ni Yuan", a ruthless chess player who manipulates the situation, and uses the greed of the entire world of cultivation as bait to lay out murderous games to bury the immortals one after another.
When the absolute "divinity" collides with the ultimate "demon nature":
The superior Son of God sneered at him: "How sad is it that a mayfly shakes a tree?"
Lu Chen just wiped off the remaining blood on his mask and responded in a low voice: "I'm not going to ascend, I'm going to... Send you to hell."
