Stop Cultivating Immortals, the Universe Is a Corpse

I was born in the Wasteland of Cultivation. They called me the Burner and regarded me as an alien. I ascended to the upper realm, and they called me the Cage Guest and wanted to harvest me. When the disaster that destroyed the world came, they knelt down and begged me to respect me as their emperor. What's ridiculous is that they don't know that this catastrophe sweeping across the world is actually the transformation of my "body". I am Lin Jie, and I am also the last awakening of Taoist Master Nirvana. My golden finger is a poison prepared for myself by my "previous life". When I stand at the end of the universe, I face the crazy, huge "self" calling me to return. Do you choose to merge into one and become the new master of annihilation? Or burn everything and bet on a dawn for this desperate universe?