I Personally Took a Picture of My Brother's Life in the Black Market of Cultivating Immortals

In order to save my brother, I personally sent him to the auction stage. This is the only way to sneak into the dark pavilion and steal the life and death records of three thousand soul children. Pavilion Master Gu Mengbai pushed the price to tens of millions of spirit stones, and then chuckled: "If it's not enough, you can use your soul to pay for it. For example, your sister's?" I bet on a more terrible price: the "moral choice" for the next three hundred years. Since then, I have become the fastest knife in the dark pavilion. The formation can kill Yuanying, and the account can wipe out human life. Every time you do an evil deed, your karma will sink one point in the sea of ​​consciousness. My brothers regard me as a traitor, and the master of the pavilion praises me as his confidant. No one knows that I have planted traps in every contract, quietly transforming this man-eating machine into a weapon to bury itself. Until I turned to the third page of the roster - the name of my brother that had never been mentioned stung my eyes. At the celebration banquet, Gu Mengbai toasted: "Congratulations. Destroying the Dark Pavilion now means destroying yourself." I drank all the blood wine and smiled without saying a word. He miscalculated one thing: When I stepped into this place, I never thought about leaving. ——If salvation requires dirty hands, is the price still considered just? ——When the numbers swallow up the names, who still remembers the original blood color of the account books? This is a story about staying awake inside a sinful system and trying to dismantle it. There are no clean heroes, only mortals who dirty their hands but still refuse to kneel.