I Am the Master's Human Elixir: the Tonic Was Discovered After Death

When the sect's genius died, his soul did not dissipate - it turned out that he was not a human being, but a "human elixir" cultivated for thousands of years. Every breakthrough in cultivation is the evaporation of the medicinal power, making wedding clothes for others. What's even more frightening is that there are many pill shapers lurking in the world, either escaping, hunting, or self-destructing. And the ancient power that refined them is awakening, and all "human elixirs" will eventually face the fate of being devoured. The protagonist struggles with the cruel truth: "Am I an elixir, or a human being?" He must choose - accept the "eternity" that becomes the foundation of others, or join forces with the same kind, and fight to the death to preserve the existence of "self" in the countdown to hunting and the awakening of powerful powers from all sides? An undercurrent about existence and annihilation is quietly erupting in the peaceful world of immortality.