On the Bone Continent of the mortal realm, righteous and demonic cultivators vie for supremacy.
He keeps a low profile and never risks close-quarters combat.
He commands flying swords from a hundred yards away and lays shadow formations before setting a killing trap.
Corpse puppets break through formations and hold the line, while his spells reap the remnant souls.
He plans before he acts, and when he strikes, he leaves his enemies reduced to dust and bone.
From a menial outer-sect servant, he rises to become a black-robed corpse-refining master, climbing to the summit over the withered bones of his enemies.
Only after breaking through to the Deity Transformation realm and looking back on the mortal world does he finally realize:
The ley lines beneath the mountains and rivers stretching thousands of miles form a giant cauldron for raising all living beings.
All of humankind's cultivation is merely adding firewood to the furnace.
If heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living things are the medicine,
then he will shatter the Nine Hells and charge straight for the Heavenly Gate of Tribulation!
"Longevity gained by relying on external things isn't true longevity."
"I myself am the one and only Dao."
The writing is quite good, but it is repeated in some places, and one-third of the fraction cannot be used. In the past, there was no current fraction, so you can use 30%.