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[No system] [Mortal flow] [Decisive killing] This year Fang Yi was sixteen years old and woke up in a strange world of immortality. As a time traveler, I feel the white and tender skin and my heart beats like a drum. "Finally, the skin is no longer withered and the flesh is rotten. My life is approaching and I am getting old!" He was shaking, determined to keep a low profile. "The Yin corpse needs to be nourished, and the human puppet needs to be refined, but think twice before annihilating the clan to avoid future troubles." ... In Xuanyang Mountain, Fang Yi looked strange as he looked at the graceful senior sister who was surrounded by a group of cultivators and held in the moonlight by stars. "Huh? I was still auditioning for talents, but I was targeted first? " ... The years go by and the seasons change. Geniuses are easy to perish, powerful ones can destroy people, demons are everywhere, and the chess players behind the scenes are making moves... Under the large tree with twisted branches and spiritual roots, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, watching the ups and downs of the world, the ebb and flow of the tide, and asking questions leisurely. "Can all kinds of transformations and all kinds of magical powers help me live forever?"