The World of Cultivating Immortals Has Been Restarted Forty-Seven Times

Li Jin, the bellboy of Zuihualou, has been serving tea and pouring water in the brothel for eighteen years. He doesn't know what it means to cultivate immortality. Until that night, The adoptive mother Liu Sanniang was shocked to have all her meridians severed. Before she died, she thrust a black fragment into his palm. "Swallow it." The fragments entered his body and his eyes changed. Saw—— Oiran Su Xiu's whole body is wrapped in pale golden light, which is the kindness that is trapped in a cage but has never been extinguished. Deacon Leng's heart was filled with a dark blue ice field. Under the ice lay an eight-year-old boy who was sold for food. There is a black waterfall deep in the soul of the sect elder, washing the blood on his hands with his son's future. Thirty-six fragments were scattered in various levels of the world, and with each piece he got, his eyes looked deeper. Forty-eight reincarnations, the world is never what it seems. And the last fragment was the sister who had been waiting for him for forty-eight lifetimes. Get her and the mirror is complete. If you get her, she will cease to exist. Find her - these were the last three words the adoptive mother said before she died.