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Three thousand years ago, the demon came.

The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again;

More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.

The fertile Chipa Plateau and the invincible Panlong Ancient City were all reduced to loess;

Now, I have arrived!

Follow the clues left by the immortals, reverse the established fate, and uncover the truth about the immortals and demons...

And the origin of everything begins with returning to Panlong Ancient City and experiencing the tragic and tragic history.

PS: This article is a mystery article. It does not open the perspective of God. The whole picture and truth of the world are gradually revealed with the actions of the protagonist. It emphasizes exploration and experience, not routines.

A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive!

A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature!

A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow!

The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength!

A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope!

The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end!

Where, pray tell, is the path I should take?

Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above!

A young boy named Tang Jie was searching for a path into immortalhood when he happened to save an immortal in need, resulting in the latter owing him a karmic debt.

What? You want to repay me with mere Spiritual Enhancement Pills? Is that how cheap you view your life to be?

As a result, Xu Muyang ended up having to drag the brat with him.

You’ll never shake me off now, thought Tang Jie.

When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together and formed an alliance with their blood, vowing to make the big devil's soul disappear.

Suddenly, all directions responded, the storm surged, and everyone saw a bright tomorrow.

Except Lu Bei.

He is the so-called devil.

"Calling me a devil, blaming me for cheating you. How could I, an NPC, cheat you? That's what cultivating an immortal is like!"

I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.

This is a daily cultivation journal of a Loose Cultivator from Black Dragon Mountain, meticulously recording every detail of his cultivation journey. As the saying goes, "A woman fears marrying the wrong man, and a man fears entering the wrong profession." Having started as a bottom-tier Loose Cultivator—and one from Black Dragon Mountain, notorious for its banditry—Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to accept his fate. He struggled tirelessly in a world dominated by prestigious sects, hustling for a single Spirit Stone, a Spirit Pill, a Magic Artifact, or a Spirit Herb. The mundane realities of life—the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, and salt—mingled with the bittersweet trials of cultivation. The true flavor of this existence could only be savored by those who lived it, yet one thing remained constant: a steadfast devotion to the Dao, driven by the pursuit of eternal life

Reincarnated in the cultivation world for sixteen years, starting from the waste of spiritual roots to ask the devil to practice.

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On the day of the test, the spiritual roots fell into the fifth level. It is difficult to break through the middle stage of Qi training in this life. The immortal gate will not accept it, and it is difficult to achieve immortality.

It happened that the Demon Sect was changing slaves, and those with low qualifications were plundered from all over the place as "spiritual slaves". They used the Burning Life Magic to cultivate multiple batches of consumables, and made them sacrifice their cultivation to make spiritual sand for the Demon Sect to enjoy.

Wang Yu was plundered to the Demon Realm in Shihu City and entered the gate of the Demon Dao as a spiritual slave. Fortunately, he had the [Placement Bar] to solve many problems!

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[Placement Bar 1: Burning Blood Power]

"Burning Blood Power (0/100): 48 practices a day, and it can be achieved in one year."

Ps: (The introduction is weak, move to the main text)

Immortals, gods and monsters, princes and generals; the dragon girl holds the lamp, and the cup holds the sea.

The wild fox meditates on Zen, and the fierce tiger realizes the Tao; he swims in the North Sea in the morning, and walks on the Cangwu River in the evening.

Immortals and gods exist in the world, and demons establish a country.

These originally had nothing to do with Qi Wuzhuo.

Qi Wuhuo, who always saw square words in his dreams, only thought about participating in the spring exam next year.

Until when he was making yellow rice rice, an old man gave him a jade pillow and made him have a long dream.

Huangliang is a dream.

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Huang Liang's dream awakened and broke through the ordinary mind, and from then on he opened the door to practice.

The golden crow flies and the jade rabbit walks away.

A grain of millet in the three realms, a few dust in the mountains and rivers.

Walking through the busy city with a sword.

No one knows that I am a true immortal.