Weird Cultivation of Immortality: I Will Reincarnate for Hundreds of Lives as a Spring and Autumn Cicada

"The cold wind blows in the valley of despair, and the cicadas chirp in the spring and autumn, and the young man returns." Ning Zhe traveled through the world of immortality, but found that something was wrong here... The fairy mountain is the rotten limbs of the sleeping past, and the aura is the pus flowing from the outer gods. Immortal immortals sprout sticky tentacles, and immortal sects passed down through the ages offer sacrifices of flesh and blood. Everything you see is false. Blindness and ignorance are the truth. All living beings are sinking and falling in the sea of ​​suffering, but they are ignoring them. "We are indeed insects." "But when billions of insects bite, they can also devour the crown of the gods!"