[Self-cultivation farming][No system][Slow heat]

With the ability to graft spiritual plants, Ji Yang embarked on an unprecedented farming journey.

The ordinary tree is the base and the fairy vine is the bud!

While others are fighting for a magical medicine, Ji Yang is cultivating it in bulk on his own hilltop using the "ordinary trees" that grow all over the mountain!

Cost? Almost nothing!

Hidden? Who would have thought that there were spiritual plants hidden among the thorns on the roadside?

When the immortals coveted his "magic medicine", the old ancestors marveled at his "fairy garden", Ji Yang stood on the ten thousand hectares of sacred spiritual plant land he had built, with the creeping fairy trees and sacred vines under his feet:

"My fellow immortals, do you recognize this tree? It is the most common tree at the foot of the mountain... grafted from willow seedlings."

[Cultivation levels: Soul cultivation, Qi training, foundation building, Purple Palace, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spiritualization...]

Deception, betrayal, collusion, lies, marriage, are all tools.

War, friendship, honor, faith, hatred, are all for profit.

The evil king led his soldiers to destroy one country after another .

But before becoming the king, Shen Ming, who just traveled through time, still has many things to do.

For example, kill his brother and father and become the new generation of Earl Haines.

Humanity is isolated in a corner, surrounded by monsters and riven by internal conflict. Bandits, wars, beast hordes, and monsters! The land wailes, and the people suffer! As an alchemist, Los has been tragically consigned to the borderlands of the Kingdom of Roland. But he thrives on his skills and knowledge! From slash-and-burn agriculture to intensive farming, from cold weapons to gunpowder volleys, and from the medieval era to the atomic age, thousands of years of technological advancement are now emerging in Los's hands! The times are accelerating!

They say humans are the essence of heaven and earth.

So, shouldn’t our cultivation as a demonic sect be the refinement of essence into qi? This is the true righteous path!

Li Mo accidentally crossed into a world of immortal cultivation and became a demonic cultivator. But fate played its cruel hand—he was struck by the Blood Shadow Curse, destined to become a sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a pawn in the Sea of Blood Formation, and forever an accomplice of evil.

Just as despair loomed, Li Mo stumbled into a bizarre, apocalyptic world.

A world where demons surged like endless tides, cities floated like lone boats adrift in a blood-red sea, and unending horrors lurked everywhere:

the cursed Skinning City,

the eternal Weeping Blood Spring,

the parasitic Nuo Mask Opera,

and the ominous disasters of the Red and White Wedding Dresses.

To righteous cultivators, this was a nightmare.

To Li Mo, it was paradise—an endless trove of supreme materials that demonic cultivators could only dream of.

At that moment, he felt as if he had truly ascended to heaven.

Years later, besieged on all sides by the so-called righteous sects, Li Mo finally came to understand…

[No heroine's love line][No realm system][Villain protagonist][Occasionally recite poetry]

"So what if I'm dead? Isn't it the same as using your own corpse to revive the soul?"

The living have to know how to calculate, and the dead have to follow the rules - Li Huo happened to have all of them.

Everyone who met him, whether human or ghost, said he was evil, but little did they know that this was the way for the dead to seek life.

"Want to become an immortal? First you have to learn how to fool people!"

Little did they know that becoming an immortal did not necessarily mean one would be invincible...

Eerie and ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, twisted and bizarre people and their supernatural powers.

No matter good or evil, right or wrong, it is just a matter of thought. It is all about doing what one wants and pursuing immortality.

Ever heard of the cryptic moth? Every generation has its share of such individuals, seemingly able to slip through the darkness without leaving a trace, appearing and vanishing as suddenly as they appear. Existing yet unknown, it could be you or me.