In this world, immortals are not saviors. They are demons in disguise.
Low-ranking cultivators have no path to immortality. Their only fate is to be treated like objects and harvested at the whim of the powerful.
Waking up one day, Zhang Lan discovered that he had transmigrated to a chaotic age overrun by monsters, where human lives were worth less than grass.
With extraordinary courage, he fought his way through what should have been a hopeless situation from the start.
Then, one day, a rift opened in the sky, and an immortal lowered its head to gaze down upon all living beings.
Zhang Lan looked up, contempt in his eyes, and slowly drew his blade.
“Immortal, prepare to die!”
