When his parents' blood turned cold in the cracks of the bluestone, Li Feng understood: If you want to live, you have to be dirtier than evil people and more despicable than mud!

Kneeling and licking the Black Tiger Gang? Voluntarily practicing the life-shortening Five Poison Palm? Using his subordinates as sacrifices? Selling his affectionate Taoist partner to be used as a furnace? As long as he can climb up, he won't blink an eye!

The body is exhausted? Turned into a corpse! The soul is on the verge of collapse? Ten thousand ghosts are imprisoned in the body! The power is complicated and difficult to control? Bet your life on the unity of body and soul!

From then on, the black market had an extra walking taboo, with corpses as coffins and ghosts as servants, and wherever the blood mist of the underworld passed, the souls of all living beings became nutrients!

> When he sat in the false god realm formed by the swallowing of the blessed land, fishing for a thousand years... what he was fishing for was no longer fish.

(From a maggot in the mud to a great evil being that eclipses the heavens and the earth!)

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.