From a young age, people told Ji Bochang, "You, Ji Bochang, won't live long..."

As if confirming those words, Ji Bochang practiced cultivation for more than twenty years, but achieved nothing.

In his middle age, he had planned to retire, but suddenly discovered a very new way of spiritual practice...

From then on, he formed a bond with a fairy, established a celestial relationship, refined immortal energy, and embarked on the path to immortality!

Countless years later.

The cultivation world has undergone tremendous changes over time. Countless geniuses have risen and fallen, and countless immortals have been banished to the mortal realm!

But he was still dozing in his recliner, muttering as if in his sleep, "I, Ji Bochang, will live a long life..."

Traveling through a strange world filled with demons and monsters, the beginning is actually a situation of sending death!

At this moment, the infinite resurrection system is activated.

[The host will not fear death, infinite resurrection, and will become stronger after each resurrection! ]

Taoist: "This ability is perfect for killing demons!"

Meng Fei: "Demon! Come and kill grandpa!"

Demon: "I have never seen such a request in my life!"

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Harmful creatures, the sanctimonious Taoist Master Fu, the kind-hearted Buddhist butcher...

This is a world where human life is worth less than grass.

Lin Ruoxu, touching the scorching Tai Chi jade, trembled as he embarked on the treacherous immortal path, a path of near-death experience...

I am not the murderous blade that cleaves through this chaotic and evil world, but a tiny feather struggling against the darkness and dust!

PS: This is a series about cultivating immortals, and the protagonist is dark. Don't click if you don't like it.

Upon waking from a dream, Xu Pei found himself transformed into a fish. A red carp in the pond in the backyard of the Ji family in Qinghe County. Unable to speak, unable to leave, he could only inhale and exhale slivers of the essence of the sun and moon each day, watching this mortal family called the "Ji family" toil for a few acres of meager land, for firewood and rice. He had assumed his life would be one of languishing in sorrow, witnessing the birth, aging, sickness, and death of his family, ultimately decaying along with this pond. Until one day, he accumulated the essence of the sun and moon over several years, condensing it into a drop of golden liquid, which he dripped into the pond. Ji Yuan, the youngest son of the Ji family, who often came to the pond in a daze, inadvertently drank a mouthful of this water… From that moment on, Xu Pei was no longer a spectator. He became the source of the Ji family's rise. Mortals go left, immortals go right, but are mortals truly destined to never attain immortality? Is a mere mortal carp truly incapable of stirring up storms? To help a mortal family ascend to the heavens, to live as long as the sun and moon? A green carp is no ordinary fish in a pond; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds!

Introduction One:

When Jiang Shouzhong finally resolved to help his wife vanquish demons and uphold the righteous path of the human world, he saw nothing but piles of white bones. Standing atop the battlefield of Asuras, the demoness was none other than his former wife.

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Introduction Two:

Above the temple halls, beneath the rivers and lakes, where the world of humans and demons divide, along the righteous and evil paths, countless charismatic individuals weave lives full of fireworks, unable to exhaust the tales of snow, moon, wind, and flowers.

Kings and generals, peddlers and pawnbrokers, scholars and swordsmen, fiends and phantoms, they are all but pages in a book—each of varying thickness, some with twists and turns, others dull and ordinary, filled with ups and downs, joy and sorrow, or a mix of good and evil, with causes and effects unending.

And the book of Jiang Shouzhong's life is undoubtedly the most captivating of all.

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Traveling through the heavens, you have to destroy the plot and characters to leave?

Swordsman:

A month ago, the disciple was loyal to the master.

A month later, Master, go with peace of mind, the disciple will take good care of the master's wife and sister.

A month ago, Senior Ren, I heard that you have no son, I am willing to be your godfather and take care of you in your old age!

A month later, Ren Woxing, today I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven!

The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber: The holy fire is shining, the holy light is shining, all my disciples...

Xia Ke Xing, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Tian Long.

Pili: Su Huan Zhen, I didn't expect it to be me again! Hahahaha...

Yang Che, a young miner who suffered abuse since childhood, unexpectedly falls into a cultivator's cave and fortuitously obtains an ancient body-refining technique and the Nine-Leaf Ink Sun Fruit! He learns to cultivate spiritual herbs, refine pills, create talismans, form arrays, and tame beasts. Facing countless temptations and hardships, his Dao heart remains steadfast, enduring loneliness, and step by step, he rises against all odds on the path of cultivation, pushing through the immortal gates to ascend to immortality, becoming a revered 'Array and Talisman Master'. (Original title of this book; also known as...)

Born a fairy, he is full of strange ideas. He loves to be a hero and fight for justice, and he has all the fame and benefits!

Even the immortal sect has its share of filth, including old monsters, demons, and clowns. If they upset me, I'll kill a god like I'll kill a dog!

——Fang Gui from Niutou Village, visits the fairyland!

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The creatures of the ancient world, after experiencing the Long-Han Tribulation, the Lich Tribulation, and the Conferred God Tribulation, established a system based on class and hierarchy.

But something called a system has completely broken the ancient pattern. The saints are all greedy for the system. They have opened hundreds of millions of merits, but no usable system has been developed. The saint said that this wave of losses is numb.