Is My Immortal Cultivation in Vain?

In the Eight Wilderness Continent, on the Immortal Path, thousands of races are contending, but the human race is just a tiny speck of dust among them. Ten thousand monsters feed on human beings, and all demons use human souls as magical weapons. Although the human race has monks who are not inferior to all other races, they are aloof and indifferent, just to avoid karma. Perhaps in their eyes, after embarking on the path to immortality, they are already two different races from the ordinary human race. But there happened to be a strange person, one man and one sword, stepping on the muddy world, and cutting off all injustices with his sword. "You were eating people before I became an immortal, and you are still eating people after I became an immortal. Then wasn't my cultivation of immortality in vain?"