In Troubled Times, If You Are Immortal, Your Body Will Become Twice as Strong Once You Die.

In troubled times, human lives are like straw. I have an immortal body, using death as a ladder and killing as food. One death is a sign of tyranny; a hundred deaths are a thousand magical powers. The princes, generals and ministers are no more than mortal bones; thousands of troops and horses cannot block my way. Crawling out from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, I want this heaven and earth. No one can decide my life or death.