Chen Yong, carrying the small cauldron, traveled to the world of cultivation and became a servant in the Xuan Yin Holy Land.

The small cauldron has incredible effects; it can devour spiritual materials and forcibly elevate one's cultivation level!

However, the small cauldron became burdened with a great karmic debt.

"So what if I bear the consequences? I've already profited..."

In order to quickly acquire a large amount of resources to improve his cultivation, he resolutely embarked on the path of the Thief Saint.

All things fall, and a whale is born!

Chen Yong, who soon became invincible in the lower realms, was as lonely as snow.

Ascending to the Immortal Realm means facing the inescapable cause and effect...

(Apocalyptic survival + eeriness + sequence + convoy + not a lone wolf)

A bizarre disaster strikes the world, wiping out half the population and forcing humanity to embark on a journey of escape.

To survive, one must constantly relocate, keeping in mind the five ironclad rules of survival for convoys.

First, you must not fall behind or be alone after dark, otherwise you will become a monster's plaything and die in endless despair and pain!

Second, the convoy must have at least ten people; otherwise, unidentified creatures may infiltrate the convoy, and the person you sleep with at night might not be a beautiful woman, but rather...

Third, you cannot stay in the same place for more than three consecutive days, otherwise strange things will come knocking.

Fourth, do not easily trust people who ask you for help, even if they are your friends or relatives.

Fifth, store enough food!

Please note that the eerie creature cannot be easily killed!

Even those with extraordinary abilities!

In his previous life, Chen Lin was just an ordinary person who, despite his best efforts, only lived for three years.

In this life, Chen Lin only wants to live!

Even if the apocalypse is cruel, as long as you survive, there is always hope to get through it!

The Heavenly Dao collapsed, and demonic energy surged, devouring the Nine Provinces; demons wreaked havoc, and life was ravaged, corpses littering the land. Fang Huai transmigrated here and discovered that everything had a label: pedestrians [tainted by corpse poison], cultivators [possessed by malevolent energy], demonic beasts [on the verge of mutation], magical treasures [covered in dust]... and his label was—[dying is imminent]. Awakening his talent for exchanging labels in dire straits, he defied fate: Who says poor talent prevents breakthroughs? Who says low-level cultivators are as worthless as weeds? Insufficient comprehension? He borrowed the talent of a prodigy [opening their spiritual apertures]; a powerful enemy blocked his path? He gifted the enemy the [explosion of inner demons] to devour him! ————The Heavenly Demon destroys the world, [looking down upon all living beings] [immortal and indestructible]! The Nine Provinces trembled, and the souls of all cultivators trembled, but Fang Huai remained unmoved, calmly saying: "Your label is not bad, I'll borrow it!"