I, the Flesh and Blood Taoist Ancestor

Foundation-building monk Zhou Chong was casually killed by Qingyang Sword Cultivator while exploring a secret realm. When I opened my eyes again, I was already in a classroom in another world. The rain was pouring outside the window, and the classmates inside were mutated, their flesh and blood twisted, and they screamed like hell. In this world, there is no spiritual energy. Only a "turbid evil spirit" full of erosion and chaos permeates the air with the rain, turning living creatures into deformed bodies that only know how to devour. His immortal cultivation was completely lost, and powerful enemies were waiting for him. However, Zhou Chong saw a glimmer of hope in this filthy despair. When others were afraid to avoid him, he used the modified "Blood Evil Art" to refine the distorted flesh and blood into pure blood crystals, using evil to build the foundation; When others are sinking into despair, he regards the prison as a dojo and the stone shackles as a sharpening stone; While various forces are competing for so-called "evolution" resources on the ruins, Zhou Chong has set his sights higher. He opened a forum in the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses to teach the Dharma and enlighten all living beings. "Aberration? Evolution? Just appearance." "The filth you see can also be a ladder to heaven." "Today, I will teach you how to control the turbid evil and how to ascend flesh and blood!" The legend of a generation of Taoist ancestors begins from this moment.