The Ninth Killing of Immortals

Not brainless + not invincible + not a harem + no tricks Eight hundred years of hard training was originally to make wedding clothes for others. On the day of the ascension, what comes down is not Heaven's grace, but the Immortal Sickle. It turns out that we are all medicine, and when we are fattened, it will be harvested by the 'fairies'. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to a young boy who had been reborn and understood the bloody truth. This time, I don't respect immortals or worship gods. My way is no longer to ascend. I want to poke a hole in this man-eating way of heaven! However, the mastermind behind the scenes seems to have already noticed my return...