Summary
Sir, what is cultivating immortality?
Nothing more than promotion.
Upgrading… can I get great freedom?
No, upgrade to the next level and face the great terror.
In this case, why do all living beings cultivate immortality?
The lower ones govern people, the middle ones seek survival, and the upper ones kill the way.
What is Dao Zhan?
The master gently rubbed the boy in green clothes and glanced around the surroundings surrounded by fairy spirit. In the realm that the boy in green clothes couldn’t see, this world was filled with vague flesh and blood and evil spirits. The weird roars in his ears were destroying the soul all the time. In the gap in the sky, the external demon poked out its messy and shapeless fingers and claws.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Fu Sheng looked like a god. Looking at the indescribable tens of thousands of immortals above his head, especially the three most terrifying ones in the middle, his head almost exploded.
My name is Zhang Qinghe, the only true cultivator in this damn world of fake immortal cultivators. I carry my coffin…