In the Tianyuan Continent, spiritual beings are revered. Here, people absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper themselves, thereby gaining extraordinary power, controlling the elements, flying through the air, and even reversing life and death. This vast and boundless continent is divided into four major domains: the Eastern Spirit Domain, the Western Wilderness Domain, the Southern Flame Domain, and the Northern Cold Domain. These domains are separated by natural barriers, each developing independently, yet constantly embroiled in conflict due to interests such as spiritual treasures and cultivation techniques.

Using evil bones as fuel, he devours immortals to prove his truth!

The good-for-nothing Chu Chen, who had his heart ripped out by his family as a sacrifice, awakened the ancient evil master's corpse.

"Exchange a hundred years of your life for three days of Soul Devouring Secret Technique!"

At the bottom of the Demon Burial Abyss, he devoured the death energy and practiced evil skills. He tore the disciples of the immortal sect to pieces with his bare hands and even detonated his golden elixir to break through the encirclement!

The price he paid was that the demon bone on his left arm devoured his master, the devilish pattern on his right palm spread, and the pseudo-pill in his dantian cracked like a spider web.

Xuantian Pavilion's wanted order shook the Nine Provinces: "The demon fetus has appeared, devouring the soul and seizing the Tao!"

In the Black Skull House, the poison doctor Su Mei's Gu Dan locked his lifeblood;

In the hellish realm, the demon clan saint Yun Zhao's blood contract contains a deadly slave seal;

And the evil nine-toothed skull pupils in his body were lighting up one by one as he killed...

When the truth of the immortal world's soul-sucking formation is revealed,

Chu Chen carried the Sky Burial Coffin and crushed the Immortal Gate:

"You have been absorbing the spiritual energy of the human world for thousands of years, and today—"

"It's time to be devoured by the immortal!"

"That night, the princess was stuck against the wall, and I pulled her out. She then offered to nourish me with elixirs..."

"You agree?"

"How could that be! I, Ding Sui'an, a dignified seven-foot man, would never sell myself for a few pills!" Ding Sui'an took out a Gathering Pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, saying righteously, "Self-reliance and self-improvement are my bottom line as a person!"

"Then where did you get this Gathering Pill?"

The time traveler, messing up fate, causing the sky to fall, is not in the cause and effect, and the believers are all over the kingdom of God! Open the way, remove the shackles, go against the Daluo, walk the ladder of heaven on the way, and ascend to the high seat of God!

When will this confusion end? Buddhist cultivation—a different path, different characters, a different story, a new beginning. I wish to ride the wind and tear through the clouds, a faint smile fading into eternity. Heng Fu's Buddhist cultivation path is full of twists and turns—will he erupt in silence? Or will he perish in Jin City? The heaven-defying silver box. How far can a Buddhist cultivator with five spiritual roots go in the cultivation world? Let's wait and see… If you, dear readers, find "The Biography of Buddhist Cultivation" enjoyable, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ groups and Weibo!

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

A sword cultivator must be pure.

Love must be exclusive.

One sword by my side, one love for a lifetime.

No matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the realm—slaying immortals, vanquishing demons, killing gods, cleaving the heavens—I will only follow my path, and I will only search for her, my one true love...

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

See introduction?

It’s small, the pattern is small!

In theory, you can't guess how my plot will develop.

[Xu Zhe] Interpretation: A very self-disciplined and honest person, the last pure one in the world of immortal cultivation, the last hope of mankind!