Immortal, Staying in the Inn, I Will Be Invincible After Ten Thousand Years

The young man in the abyss was covered in scars and his eyes were bloodshot. He used his last bit of strength to say hoarsely: "Newer... New..."

To cultivate immortality, one should be diligent and diligent to the extreme. If you live, you will live forever, and if your brain is congested, it will cause congestion. I hope the author can make more updates, make the plot more ups and downs, and the descriptions more vivid.

So far, I can see that there are no poisonous points here. The protagonist is detached and has few worries. He is not trapped by wealth, power, or the passion of lovers. Behind him is fame and legend, and in front of him is the supreme road.

There is obviously an improved version of the infinite magic skill, which can be practiced faster, but it only consumes energy and blood. If you insist on practicing a slow one, you, an immortal, are afraid of death.

A very rough book, extremely imprecise! Abandoned

Looks good and suits my taste

I think it looks good. This type suits me.

This book is very good. It has no particularly bad points. It is a very good longevity article.

It was okay at first, but then he kept emphasizing cause and effect. Unfortunately, the author was so limited that he couldn't even understand what "cause and effect" meant. He refused to listen to advice. As a result, the more he wrote, the more paranoid he became. The logic and readability plummeted, and finally he turned into a dead fly. It's a pity.

The protagonist is so hard to explain in words. He is responsible for cause and effect all day long. He dares not care about anything. It is better to live in a cave away from the crowd and stay there until the end of the world; what is the purpose of practicing martial arts and cultivating immortals? Is it to become a ten thousand year old bastard? Don't you feel aggrieved?