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!

[Urban cultivation] [high-martial world] [urban superpowers] [multiple heroines] [school beauties][myriad realms] [interstellar]

Li Mubai grew up living with his master in the deep forest, surrounded by wild beasts and venomous snakes. It wasn’t until he was fourteen that he learned his master was about to undergo the Golden Core Tribulation and leave Earth.

Since Earth lacks spiritual energy but is filled with Yin-Yang energy, the "Yin-Yang Dragon Phoenix Art" is a divine-level dual cultivation technique—it is the only path to cultivation in a place devoid of spiritual energy. Dual cultivation has become an indispensable method for cultivating immortality here.

Li Mubai and the village girl Zhang Fengyi grew up together as childhood sweethearts, cultivating and growing side by side…

[Traditional Immortal Cultivation + Family Immortal Cultivation + Spirit Medicine Space + Alchemy + Weapon Forging + Ancient Dao Map] A poor boy from Immortal Cat Valley, orphaned and with only three acres of spiritual land, embarks step by step on the path of awakening the Ancient Dao Map, learning about that sealed history, initiating the struggle for supremacy among all races, and humanity's struggle for survival. Ultimately, at the intersection of the four great calamities, he becomes the corpse collector of this world.

After entering the world of cultivation, Gong Zhuang originally intended to expand his power through the profits he earned from dungeon raids! But the problem quickly arose: what should he do with all his spoils? Ant Realm—hiding here and there, shooting and moving! Daoist Fellow Realm—negotiating with all parties, cleansing the boat! Senior Realm—why should I explain my actions to you? When he finally reached the pinnacle of this realm, he saw the countless Dao Lords and expressed his heartache. "Ask me to ascend?" "But you won't even honor me as the Supreme Saint Master!"