At the end of the immortal road, the steps are paved with bones, and there is never a word of mercy.
Before Jiang Li was seven years old, he knew cold and warmth, but after he was seven, he only knew blood. In this world, kindness is fat to be slaughtered, and weakness is the inscription of original sin. He has seen too many "people" who learned to crawl in despair and sharpened their fangs in humiliation. But she didn't.
Since heaven and earth are said to be a furnace, then I will not be the copper and iron that can be kneaded by others. If I want to be, I will be the most powerful wisp of evil fire in this furnace.
Since all spirits can bully me, then I will return this world to a blood prison.
Those who block my path will be reborn as jailers.
Those who bear my life will be cast into a forest of steles.
If this universe can't accommodate me, Jiang Li, then all these souls will be dragged into hell!
As she walked along, there was no scenery behind her, only scarlet. Wherever your fingertips point, the stars in the sky are in chaos; where you step, the Nine Netherworld's Yellow Springs are drying up. The overwhelming killing evils condensed and never dispersed, eventually forming a realm called: Ten Thousand Spirits.
According to legend in later generations, a red shadow was seen standing alone at the end of the void. At its feet was a sea of blood where hundreds of millions of creatures were crawling and wailing. That red is not an ordinary color, but a killing that has been soaked in and cannot be washed away by the years. It is the background color of the sky that she dyed with her own hands. She lowered her eyes and glanced down, as if looking at an ant. What showed between her lips and teeth was not anger, but utter indifference:
"This is your home ruins."
Purpose: Cultivation can let people know how to find salvation in despair through the cruel world of immortality