Lu Chang’an cultivated the reincarnation of immortals for two generations, and in the third life, An Wengou reached the Nascent Soul stage, solved the mystery of the reincarnation stele, and then practiced the mediocre ancient health-preserving skills.

Avoid fighting and fighting, operate steadily, and form good relationships with people.

After a long cultivation career, I got acquainted with growing characters, upright leaders, celestial beauties, demon giants, evil cultivators, thousand-year-old monsters, behind-the-scenes chess players…

Watch the ups and downs of the world, the ebb and flow of the tide.

Unknowingly, it has become a living fossil in the world of cultivating immortals, an evergreen tree through the ages.

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Mortal flow, stable, pseudo-longevity, decisive killing, and normal three views.

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always a few who, even if born into mediocrity, aspire to greatness.

From a nameless exploited laborer to a godfather in the shadows;

From the bottom rung of society, bound by rules, to a secret emperor who crafts those very rules.

When the sun shines, this nation belongs to the Federation. But when night falls, it belongs to me!

“Sometimes, shadows can be just as vast as light—sometimes, they can even eclipse it.”

“We never extort or blackmail anyone. Every penny we earn can withstand the scrutiny of our conscience.”

If someone knocks on your door at night, they are either delivering my regards or bringing ruin for your arrogance.

As for what you will receive, that depends on the choice you make, my friend!

(Darker + villainous male protagonist + not a cool story + fictional world)

Some people say that I am a loving father and a filial son... I helped my father reach the other side of life...

Some people say I am the best actor... I am an old actor with professional ethics, and I am performing in the entertainment industry...

Some people say that I am the greatest good man in the last days... I have given millions of people, regardless of their status, the opportunity to be treated equally and to ascend to the heaven they have always dreamed of...

Who am I? I am the eternal night! I am the eternal life!

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After forty years of hardships in the apocalypse, Luo Chenkong, a bounty hunter of the fifth gene chain, awakened his ability to go back in time because of a pseudo-immortality potion and returned to before the apocalypse. In this life, he is no longer bound by emotions. He uses his ability to return from death again and again to experience the disaster of Jinnan Island City... the disaster of the Death Nest... the eternal night of the North... the endless sea of ​​sand... the abyss of despair... seeking a ray of hope and pursuing the long-cherished immortality...

[No Saintly Ideals] · [No Female Lead] · [No System] · [No Transmigration]

Whatever the heart desires, whatever the will pursues, becomes the Ultimate Immortal Path.

The Heavenly Dao?

The Heavenly Dao is dead. Let the Demon Dao rise in its place.

This is a brutal world of cultivation where only strength matters. The strong are revered. The weak are crushed like ants.

My name is Zhao Wuji.

And in my pursuit of immortality, nothing is forbidden. No law, no virtue, no limit shall bind me.

When I woke up, a zombie virus broke out, the world fell and human civilization collapsed. As a survivor, the only thing I want is to survive!

Question: How can I survive in the end of the world?

Answer: First of all, I have to be ruthless!

[No rebirth] [Light system] [Zombies] [End of the world survival] [Decisive killing] [Not a saint]

As a cultivator, Minran has always been committed to the cause of survival and surviving cautiously. But she seems to have done a little bit better?

During a certain training, the cultivators fell into a trap.

The demon laughed loudly: "You are dead after being hit by my demon prison burning intestines!"

Everyone was panicked.

Demon: "Unless you have the soil from the roots of the smallpox as a lure!"

The cultivators: Who would care about that kind of thing!

Minran silently opened the storage ring, found the storage bag marked with 564, and poured out a lot of soil from the roots of the smallpox.

Demon: "...Without the sarcophagus powder containing my body, you will die!"

Minran silently dug out the storage bag number 619.

Demon: "... and the thousand-year-old silt of the Hell Sea, the snow on the top of the polar iceberg..."

Facing the expectant gazes of the cultivators, Mingran embarrassedly picked them up for a while, and piled them all in front of the demon. When the demon was so angry that he vomited blood, he smiled shyly, "Thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know how to detoxify."

Demon: "... Puff!"

Vomited three liters of blood, and died!

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[Personal Edition]

A cup of sake to thank the ghosts and gods,

Half a ounce of pure heart to respect heaven and earth.

Penglai is ruthless and I have no intention.

I will spend the rest of my life laughing wildly at all Buddhas.

Enter the path of Tao, refine the heart of Tao, hold the seal of Tao, command the heavens, travel across three thousand worlds, this path to immortality, I will take the first step!

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The nine lists of the sea and world map in the era of the old gods cover the universe, and all living beings are included in it. In this era of the rise of various paths and the surge of geniuses, who can break through the list and achieve immortal holy power!

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"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

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Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.