A New World, an immersive game experience - Chapter 1000 Souls Left Behind

On an ordinary day, Lucius stumbled upon a strange, run-down shop. At first, he assumed it was abandoned—until he stepped inside.[You have entered the Universal Alchemy Store.][Congratulations! You are now the store’s owner.][Please craft your first potion.]Lucius blinked. 'What kind of joke is this?' But as if guided by an unseen force, he followed the instructions. Minutes later, his first creation was complete.[Love Potion: The drinker will fall in love with the first person they lay eyes on.]Lucius swallowed hard. 'Wait… does this actually work?'Before he could process it, the shop’s door swung open.Standing in the entrance was no ordinary customer—she was an elf. Long, pointed ears, mesmerizing green eyes, and a body sculpted by the gods. A visitor from another world.A dangerous thought crept into his mind.'Should I test it on her?'

Transmigrated to the Cultivation World.

Initially, I thought I would have to fight those fierce cultivators to the death, struggling for the slim chance of obtaining immortality.

Unexpectedly, I came equipped with an endless-lifespan panel.

What should I do now that I've suddenly become ageless?

“Countless living beings fight each other to the death in order to become immortal.”

“That's because their lifespans are limited, if they don't fight, they'll die!”

“But I'm different.”

“If I go and fight, that's when I'll really die.”

“As long as I can endure and slowly cultivate, one day I'll become an immortal.”

This is a story of an everlasting being who endures his way to immortality in the Cultivation World.

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