The silver thunder descended, creating a strange black umbrella. The umbrella holder Li Xiu opened the umbrella and traveled through the sky to see, participate, and everything that is interesting.

Relying on the heavens and slaying the dragons, plotting to bet on the treasures to obtain the Nine Suns magic, in the kung fu, the palm of the Tathagata is obtained by coincidence, and the martial arts are extremely common.

Drink the spring water from the Caribbean Sea and renew your life for a long life.

Absorbing the crystal of thought power in the super-power out of control, being genetically modified by cosmic rays, it builds the foundation.

…………

Can genes be analogous to blood? Can spirit and soul be regarded as one category?

If a person with strong minds practice the Dao of Yuanshen, will he be assisted by the gods? If a person with the ability of immortality, regeneration and self-healing practices the mystic power of the physical body, will he enter the realm fiercely?

“Don’t think that if you use science fiction as the fuel of charcoal fire to promote the cultivation of immortals, you don’t have to suffer the pain of thousands of years of cultivation, and longevity is just a thing at your fingertips!”

Since gods and Buddhas are useless, then I will come in person and ask for my life from heaven!

…

This is the story of a terminally ill man who regained his soul and cultivated the ultimate path, killing Buddhas and gods in order to seek immortality.

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…