Fierce Mountain looms, casting death, only two or three seats at the Longevity Banquet.
Since ancient times the path has been short, piles of white bones uphold Heaven's law.
On the road of the mortal world, in pursuit of longevity, there are always layers of tribulation, killing intent rising and falling.
Ordinary people toil their entire lives, still drifting amidst hardship—let alone cultivators?
Contending against Heaven for fate, when reaching the Great Master Realm, once calamity descends, it is only surviving death to seek life. How many can go further to gaze upon the Infinite Pure Yang!?
"The path of cultivation is stealing life amid killing intent. Your road ends here." Zhang Fan spoke in a low, steady voice, expression calm and tranquil. Facing Qin Ming, Song Yunqi, and Ji Haisan—three mighty figures—his indifferent gaze did not ripple in the slightest.
"Arrogant!" Qin Ming snorted coldly.
