Dreaming Through Many Cold Autumns

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…

Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Mother and son had a long conversation, but it was all Ghost Mother talking, with Tan Shuchang chiming in with a few responses. It was evident that becoming an Immortal of the Immortal Path had left this master of the malefic dao overwhelmed with the impulse to complain. Having had no one to confide in before, he now couldn't help but pour out his thoughts to someone familiar.


Otherwise, as a Heaven's Authority's True Immortal, he wouldn't be acting this way.


"Do you know, mother, why, after transforming into the Tai'a Fire Master using an Immortal Technique, I was drawn to this place that seems meant for the Immortal Realm's Land of Netherworld?"


Tan Shuchang listened patiently before voicing the biggest question on his mind.


257, like a treacherous old man, is a mentor who presents himself at one's doorstep