Humans, demons, and immortals coexist, and ghosts, charms, and monsters coexist.
The gods and masters control the world, and the chess game is destined to be one in which one cannot control oneself or one's own will.
Complicated calculations and bloody cultivation. The feeling of cuddling together and the friendship of mutual trust.
The weak will eat the strong, and the strong will be respected. This is a recognized rule here. I also have my own moral principles: those who follow me live, those who go against me die, those who stand in my way die, and those who stand in my way are injured. Redeem those who deserve to be saved, kill those who deserve to be killed.
I have cut off my destiny with my own hands, and I have faced the gods who have resisted the fear of the world; I have struggled and wandered, and I have not been able to see clearly the future in the clouds.
Hatred accompanies me to grow, loneliness makes me stronger.
The long life may have stopped because of some people. However, they may be in a hurry and pass by in a flash; or they may be in love and end up separated by heaven and earth.
In this dark place, I can only rely on myself.
But fortunately, they are all still there, waiting for me at the end of this road, waiting for a real new life.
Purpose: Ancient style of cultivating immortality