Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
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With every step he took, golden clouds transformed into lotuses to support him.
Lotuses sprang forth with each step!
"When wielding the sword alone, one first perceives the vastness of heaven and earth,"
"Only by sleeping through the ages does one realize that eternal life is necessary."
"Water strikes three thousand miles east; the great roc ascends through the ninth heaven with the wind."
"Longing for the immortal path from afar, I lament the end of times, for my cultivation always startles."
"Tan Shuchang, I have seen various fellow Daoists."
The figure emerging from the clouds then became clearly visible, his eyes sparkling like stars, his face smooth as warm jade, and his dark robe fluttering in the wind. Upon it were myriad faces, visible yet hidden, neither crying nor laughing, as if revealing all the emotions of living beings.
The overwhelming pressure from five hundred years of cultivation descended from the sky, causing the heavens and the earth to solemnify!