Opening his eyes, Lin Mo found that he had traveled to a world of immortality.
There is no paradise here, no elders who teach the skills, only a broken bowl on the table.
The bottom of the bowl is engraved with a cold rule: [The bottom of the water in the bowl cannot be seen.
Xiao Liu next door didn't believe in evil, so he poured the water to see what was written on the bottom of the bowl. The next day, he was transformed into a corpse with twisted joints.
The words on the bottom of the bowl have changed - [Don't imitate him!]
The whole world thinks that these rules are dead things, shackles used to imprison them.
Until Lin Mo touched the bottom of the bowl and unexpectedly survived, bringing the "gap" into his body. He saw the ultimate truth of this world clearly:
——Every rule is made from the harvested corpses of monks!
Under those cold writings, countless souls of the dead are asking for help, crying, and begging those who come after them to "don't look back"!
Everyone knelt down to pray to the gods, only Lin Mo was studying the loopholes in the rules.
When others were still avoiding taboos, he had begun to reverse the rules to devour powerful enemies; when the world of immortal cultivators was still kneeling down to worship the "black nails" god, Lin Mo had already used modern people's cognitive deduction to pry open the cracks of killing gods.
The person who wrote the rules was wrong.
He shouldn't have left the only "gap" in front of Lin Mo that was not covered by the rules.
Since the rules are for dead people, then I will step on your corpses under my feet and re-write the rules of this world!
