The Road to Eternal Life Is Narrow, Taoist Friends, Please Stay.

Gu Hanshan, the corpse collector, awakened the faceless statue. From then on, he killed without any trace of the cause and effect, killed his enemies without any trace, and swallowed the aura of the strong to perfectly replace him. He is the gentle and jade-like elder brother of the righteous sect, a mysterious and bloodthirsty old devil from the Demonic Path, and the boss behind the turbulent underground black market. Talking to people and talking to ghosts, never showing off in front of others, only delivering fatal blows; in order to build the foundation, he instigated bloody battles between two major families to reap profits; when he encountered an ancestor who had his body seized, he deprived his memory of the sect's power; he used ancient ruins to trap and kill thousands of monks to open a passage for blood sacrifices. This world of cultivating immortals is originally a Gu farm in the ninth level. Mortals are grass, low-level monks are pigs to be slaughtered, and high-level powerful men are butchers. The so-called "ascension" is just sending fat pigs to the slaughterhouse in the upper world. When the spiritual energy of Zhongzhou was exhausted and the envoy from the upper world came to harvest it, Gu Hanshan backhandedly sold his sect in exchange for the "ascension quota", but stabbed the envoy in the back at the last second of the teleportation, swallowed his Taoist fruit and smuggled out with ten thousand years of accumulation. When it came to the spiritual world, he helped small tribes turn into war machines and set off hundreds of tribes to compete for hegemony. After seeing the barriers of the spiritual world, the so-called "fairy world" was originally a monster of flesh and blood, and the immortals were nothing more than parasitic fleas. In the end, he took the faceless statue to the source of creation, fed the resentment of the old heaven to the sleeping God of Creation, and allowed it to devour itself in the nightmare, causing the universe to collapse and reorganize. There is no aura in the new world, only mortal technology and fireworks. Gu Hanshan sat at the street corner tea stall, becoming an ordinary old man watching the sunset. When the tea was cold on his fingertips, his eyes contained the memory of billions of dead bones and the only god of the old era.