Autumn comes after night rain

A youth who obtained a life simulator, with the help of the simulator, began his journey as a mundane martial artist and reached the pinnacle, explored immortality, pursued godliness, opening up a path for all beings, and finally became a founder of the Great Tao.【Fifty in the Great Tao, Forty-Nine Heavenly Paths, one escapes! Therefore, all things in the world have a thread of life!】
At sixteen: You broke through to a Ninth-grade Martial Artist, thus deterring all ill-intentioned enemies.
At two hundred: You shattered the confines of heaven and earth, unlocked your Divine Hidden body, and certified the Path of Human Immortal.
At three hundred: You comprehended the natural world, and certified the Heavenly Immortal Way.
At seven hundred and eighty-six: You validated Immortal Path five times, ascended to heaven in one step, and certified the position of Dao Monarch.
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After countless simulations,【You paved the Immortal Path for all beings and were revered as the founder of the Great Tao.】

The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings

"Hahaha! That's more like it!" The Blood Fiend Ancestor looked at Pei Xuanjing, his face remained unchanged, and he was not disturbed at all. After all, he had seen Pei Xuanjing's striking style and naturally knew his strength.


In an instant, the aura of the Blood Fiend Ancestor erupted from him. The red primordial Qi flowed out, instantly submerging the surrounding heaven and earth, as if the firmament had turned into a bloody hue.


The blood clouds cast a heavy shadow over the city as if it was about to break down. This blood-red sky was not only primordial Qi, but also the combination of his Taoist Skill, symbolizing the Blood Fiend's Demonic Way. The Blood Fiend painted the sky crimson.


A terrifying oppressive force rushed towards them, seeming to dissolve everything in its path.


Remaining calm, Pei Xuanjing slowly raised his hands. His slender, white palms swiftly crossed in front of him, his fingers dancing deftly, whipping up countless gusts of wind.


Chapter 685: The Red Blood Knife, Broken?