Books are the source of all things, and they are endless.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the jungle has always been dominated by the weak. When the strong occupy resources, they will only become stronger, but their ambitions are endless and they cannot obtain more from heaven and earth. The strong will eat up the last bit of value from the weak.
In such a world, the only way for ordinary people to survive is to be enslaved and trampled on by monks? When all ordinary people unite, is it for justice or is it another way of being driven by others?
Five hundred years ago, she died because of the common people. A hundred years ago, the common people destroyed her family in order to get her treasure. Now, she just wants to live her life peacefully, but things in this world cannot go as she wishes.
Her senior sister was supposed to be the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, and the prince was accompanying her to school...
Her senior brother was supposed to be the second generation immortal on the Immortal Mountain, and his path to becoming an immortal was supposed to be smooth and smooth...
Her best friend should have been a carefree, happy old man...
Her confidant was supposed to be the little princess in the demon world who behaved arbitrarily...
Why can't God give people a good death?
Concept: Everyone has their own story, and they are always their own protagonists
