[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.

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.

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!

[Group Portrait Version]

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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How are villains made? This is how villains are made.

A demonic cultivator without a sense of good and evil, she is a cannibal in this world.

PS: This is a story about aboriginal cultivation without a male protagonist. The female protagonist’s way of thinking is completely demonic. Please pay attention~

PPS: Demonic Path! Demonic Path! To put it bluntly, he is a big villain, the kind who takes the initiative to attack!

"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.

...

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.