Golden Elixir Broken

In the final of the Golden Elixir Competition, 30,000 pairs of eyes watched Shen Du crush his own Golden Elixir in public. The genius fell and the sect was in an uproar. He asked himself to be demoted as an outer disciple and lived in the leaky shabby house in the northwest corner, becoming the laughing stock of the entire Tianheng Sect. But no one knows - others are going to higher places when cultivating immortality; he is going back when cultivating immortality. Every time a level of cultivation dissipated, a rune lit up on the nameless black tablet in his sea of ​​consciousness. The first "feeling" allowed him to hear the heartbeat three feet away; the second "finger" allowed him to crush the trap he had set up with his own hands. San Gong is not a fall, it is the key. The seventh floor under the monument seals the path he failed to complete thousands of years ago. Until that night, he was summoned into the inner hall by the sect leader. Su Xuanheng used Xuyuan Dan, the chief position, and even the position of sect leader as bait to ask him to stop. He looked at the pill that could bring him back to the top and just pushed it back. Because he saw something he shouldn't have seen under the alchemy well - the seal that was paid with living golden elixir, the opponent hanging on the wall of the well, and the existence at the bottom of the well that had been hungry for a thousand years. And that being was speaking to a shadow that looked exactly like him on the stone wall. "You're finally here. I've been waiting for a long time." Thousands of years ago, he was nailed to the square, while 30,000 people watched indifferently. In this life, from the day he broke the pill, he had no intention of losing again. Others strive to cultivate upwards, seeking immortality. He spread down little by little in order to—— Push that door open with your own hands.