At noon, the scorching sun shone on the entire haze-shrouded forest, and it was impossible to distinguish the new, fresh and turbulent atmosphere outside the world. Those who don't know anything know that they shout insomuch on the willow branches, "I know, I know", the wisps are soft, and the smoke wisps are woven into a fence that cuts and resolves the chaos. The azaleas are not raining, the pear blossoms are snowing first, and half of them are sad. A piercing pain pulled Romu back from his coma to his pale reality, and he groaned in pain to touch the wound with his hands, only to find that his hands could not move. Another sharp pain came, and this time he was completely enlightened. The picture in a nightmare gradually became clear and blurred, and I really didn't want to admit it...... I don't know whose voice suddenly sounded, Luo Mu opened his worried eyes, quietly, as if the rose of shame opened quietly. The verdant leaves sparkled with morning dew and mist, even the branches were dripping with water, and the grass was stained with gray dew. Even the distant voices have become joyful, lively, clear and lively, three or two lovely yellow finches are chirping in the forest, and the people in the distance are happily rushing to the market! The boundless and dark forest sounded a music that I had heard before, maybe the woodcutter passing by was still looking for firewood in the forest, and how to say hello when he met it, but he still didn't encounter such a coincidence.

Turn around in the sea, walk in the mulberry fields of the past, and tear this void. The appearance of clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, waving his fingertips, only left a faint trace of passing years and no longer time. Suddenly looking back, the person is still in the lamplight, but he or she, and they/they, with their temples like snow, use up the strength and persistence of the rest of their lives to meet you in this withering autumn. Once the sea was difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud......

The deepest darkness was boiling, constantly stimulating every fragile nerve in him.

The late autumn night was still extremely cold, the breeze blew coldly, and the unbloomed spring flowers had withered. At the end of the song......

For some reason, hearing this tune reminds me of her, is she okay now? What kind of memories do this pieces make my mind? seems to remember the previous memory, and can't help but scold to God: "Dare to borrow from God for another hundred years, but where is this, what kind of world have I come to"?

Where does this start? Probably, the male protagonist came to a magical world of cultivating immortals!!

Human desires are endless!

After solving the problem of food and clothing, the sages of the human race have the spirit, and countless amazing and brilliant people have begun to work hard towards a new goal, that is, - to achieve immortality!

Since the birth of human beings, they have been very envious of the powerful and mysterious abilities and long lives of those races that have existed since ancient times. After tens of thousands of years of exploration and learning, human beings finally have their own system of cultivating immortals, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, breathing and breathing, paying attention to the limits of physical development, and exercising their own bodies. It is no longer a fallen existence, looking for an ethereal existence and eternity!?

Although only a very small number of people have enough talent to cultivate these exercises, and they are far from being able to achieve immortality, it also allows these people who can cultivate to live for a long and endless life on the basis of a hundred years of life. If eternal night is a mourning, then hold on. If the eternal night is a lie, then weep. Without the eternal night, would light and darkness be balanced? Perhaps, this is the secret of going to the immortal cultivator to find the old way of the bull's nose and disdain. As for the strength of the individual, it is even more earth-shattering, to the point of crying ghosts and gods, and the cultivation to the extreme can even compete with those ancient races.

Although there are many people in the human race who are strong in cultivating immortals, the situation of the human race being weak and bullied has not changed. Until the emergence of that hope, it was finally like the ideal of the human world, and those extremely powerful ancient races were either defeated, suppressed, or expelled, and this vibrant continent finally began to be dominated by humans, showing a thriving and stable pattern. Although there are still monsters attacking the gathering places of humans from time to time, human society has finally developed in a normal and orderly manner. And this land also began to be called the vast land of China by human beings at this time. The catastrophe still exists, the earth's natural soil and water.

It is not easy to cultivate immortals, and after all kinds of setbacks and hardships, ups and downs, it is possible to obtain a trace of success; When you become a happy immortal, you will find that immortals are like mortals, and they will pursue it by any means for power, money, and beauty, in the name of eternal life, with gossip as a furnace, melting the thoughts of all beings, breaking the balance of yin and yang, and turning things upside down, regardless of black and white. In the end, I have forgotten the original intention of cultivating immortals, and even become more greedy than the mortals I hated at the beginning, only to find that the most difficult thing is the process of "turning into a mortal", your heart has undergone the test of the demons in your heart, and it cannot be defeated, but it is the immortal who cannot be defeated. When I woke up, I was still in that somewhat shabby bed, and found that it was just a dream of Nanke!

As for the few human beings who can practice the exercises, they are called omnipotent immortal cultivators, or ancient earth demon cultivators in the Heavenly Abyss, or angelic cultivators in the heavens, I don't know if they still have faith in God, Jehovah? There are also the ascetic monks of Buddhism and Buddhism, collectively referred to as cultivators, who are worshipped by ordinary human beings for generations. These mysterious immortal cultivators, they/they are amazingly talented, in the strong and weak immortal cultivation sects, there are years of cultivation, but they have cultivated to the end, what else? Fighting with heaven and earth, fighting with the sun and the moon, they/they staged one myth or another of the folk world, don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend...... yyds！！！ Among them, there are scattered cultivators who have no sect and no sect to use each other every day for the sake of some immortal cultivation resources, intriguing, and competing for a happy life in the world. According to their different understandings of the truth of heaven and earth, their different attitudes, and their different mental natures, they are divided into the righteous path and the demonic path and different sects. After the human race occupied the vast land of Shenzhou, the two sects of good and evil also began endless internal struggles without external worries, and the tragedy was even worse than the original struggle with various ancient races!

As the ages passed, the monks gradually forgot how powerful those ancient races were. And will these ancient races really be willing to let the vast land of Shenzhou be exclusively enjoyed by humans?

Seeing this, Luo Mu suddenly thought: Isn't one tree shaking another, one cloud pushing another, and one soul awakening another soul, just what every Terran monk is doing now?

The vast land of Shenzhou, this great land that has existed for an unknown period of time, is rampant with monsters, harsh climate, unpredictable changes, and countless mysteries and profundity. Since ancient times, countless supernatural beings have been competing for the level of the realm all day long in order to compete for the limited survival of the cultivation resources and the inexplicable space. But even these powerful beings would seem incomparably small in the face of the Heaven and Earth Tribulation. The tiny immortal may be "fighting with the sky, and the fun is endless; Fight with the ground, and have fun" in pursuit of fun!

Compared to those demon beasts and other races that have existed since ancient times, the power of human beings seems so insignificant in front of the endless firmament, but they have amazing learning and creative abilities......

The dim light of the sky fell on the dusty ground and on Romu's body. He seemed to have some energy called perseverance in the dark and boundless depth, and he wanted to get out of this forest, but he didn't know why he wanted to go out. Maybe it's instinct.

Luo Mu didn't give up easily, he could feel a trace of heaven and earth energy from time to time, he had been thinking about various things while cautiously looking for the exit of the dark forest. There is so much in this world that cannot be understood. But this persistent energy made him very confident and hopeful, and became more powerful, but it was too little, and he was like a helpless traveler in the desert, waiting for a drop of water to fall......