Gou Is Constantly Reborn in the World of Cultivation

The world is dying. The once prosperous age of cultivation, where thousands of people contended, has long been "swept and wiped clean" by our ancestors - the spiritual veins have dried up, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is as thin as morning mist. Today's monks, every inch of progress in cultivation is soaked in greed and blood: either squeeze out the precious spiritual stones, or directly put their hands into the Dantian of their fellow monks. The avenue has become a single-plank bridge paved with flesh and blood. Want to break through the golden elixir? Can. But the main ingredient of the required elixir, "Ningdan Yin", is a complete corpse of a golden elixir monk. So here comes the question: How can a monk who has not yet formed an elixir obtain the body of a golden elixir monk? In this Dharma-ending era where the monks themselves were reduced to "consumables" and "spiritual materials", Lu Yi opened his eyes. The golden finger he got was not unbelievable, but even a bit cruel: 99 chances to be resurrected, each time at the cost of a step back in cultivation and several days of fatal bad luck. The spiritual energy is like a desert, and the human heart is like a ghost. Countless people are watching each other's flesh and blood, and every step is a murderous plot. And for him, a foreigner with limited rebirth ability, every death is not the end, and every awakening is the beginning of a more dangerous life.