Ning Liang transmigrates to the world of immortal cultivation, becoming an ordinary man with poor natural talent in the Daoist sect's servant quarters.
No old master to guide him, no System, only the memory of being beaten to death three years later and a broken clay pot.
Inside the pot lies a [Forgotten Altar].
[Detected: Host has sixty years of lifespan. Would you like to begin a sacrifice?]
[Sacrifice ten years to improve your constitution to jade bones.]
[Sacrifice a hundred years to instantly perfect a cultivation technique.]
[Sacrifice a thousand years to reach the pinnacle of divine enlightenment.]
In this world, where immortals and demons roam everywhere and ordinary people are worth less than grass, Ning Liang grips the knife in his hand.
Others cultivate immortality with spirit stones, fortunate encounters, and talent.
Ning Liang cultivates immortality with his life.
"Every layer of my cultivation is marked by four words: paid for with my life."
When his mortal bones have burned away and the path to immortality is severed, he makes the altar his foundation and the lifespans of all living beings his fuel, carving out a path to the heavens through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Such a good system, if you don't do spiritual farming, but do spiritual farming, you still kill countless people?