Infinite Sand

Song Shi came to an immortal world where demons and monsters were rampant. He thought he was going to take a trepidatious road to immortality, but ended up awakening to a death-defying system, gaining strength from death and getting stronger every time he died.
The whole style took a sudden change. Other people cultivated to seek immortality, but he was already immortal, and could only seek immortality by having himself killed in various ways, either by killing himself or by letting people kill him.
"You were killed 10 times by the Yin spirit, awakening the spiritual root of fire!"
"You were killed 10 times by the zombie, awakening the innate divine power!"
"You were killed 10 times for excess cultivation, awakening the Daoist heart!"
"You were killed by a formation, formation level +1!"
"You were killed by an alchemy explosion, +1 alchemy level!"
Pure Yang Spiritual Body, Nine Yang Divine Body, Sun Sacred Body; Vajra Spiritual Body, Golden Divine Body, Draconic Sacred Body; Psychic Sword Body, Innate Dao Body; Formation Master, Alchemy Master...

His cultivation was a fun journey, and he kept finding ways to kill himself on his way to the top of the immortal path...
Years later, the world rumor had it that once Song Shi died, the immortals were terrified, the demons trembled, and ten thousand Buddhas retreated!

What If I Can't Die?

Why would a powerhouse need so many reasons to kill someone?

Han Ci's expression was very ugly. Although he had expected this outcome, he did not expect this person to be so unreasonable. It made him feel like he had been slapped in the face.

He gritted his teeth. "Then I won't disturb you anymore, Senior. One of the Nine Emperors of our Savage Kingdom will come here to discuss hope with you later. At that time, I hope you can change your opinion."

Song Shi did not mind seeing the stronger powerhouses in this world.

Han Ci was rejected and did not even see him in person. He was in a bad mood.

When he went down the mountain, he could not be bothered to pretend anymore. He flew down with a cold expression.

However, there was a sound of air being torn apart as he flew past the mountain village and arrived in front of the white palm print.

The two Barbarian Kings inside looked at him expectantly.

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