What They Cultivate Is Not Immortality

The level of realm determines the superiority and inferiority, and the competition for resources is the truth. Ordinary people are like grass and grass, female cultivators can make cauldrons, and emotions are the enemy of the great road. Hundreds of millions of monks are following this "naturally justified" path, struggling hard and at odds with each other. Until a group of aliens with "dusty hearts" quietly gathered together...