Stop Practicing, My Sea of ​​Insects Has Flooded the Thirty-Third Heaven

Stop practicing. It's useless even after practicing, it's all covered with my bugs. Chen Yuan, the best loser in the Tianfu Sect, was on the third level of Qi training, his spiritual roots were broken, and he was stepped on with broken bones and thrown out of the mountain gate. After waiting for death in the wilderness for one hundred and twenty-seven days, the insect mother who had been sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness for hundreds of millions of years opened her eyes. "You were thrown away too? That's just right. Come home with me." From then on, there was a useless person who couldn't practice cultivation and a black sea of insects in the thirty-third heaven. Worker insects gnaw at spiritual stones, soldier insects tear apart golden elixirs, and heavy beetles trample through mountain gates. While the immortals and Buddhas in the sky were still practicing hard for ascension, his Zerg had already crawled to the entrance of Lingxiao Palace. But he soon discovered that the so-called "ascension" was nothing but a scam. The thirty-third heaven is a breeding farm, with eyes behind the door, waiting to eat people. So he took the sea of ​​insects and attacked them one by one. Not to become an immortal, just to ask one question at the end—— Why are you?