Renegade Immortal (WN) - Chapter 1872: Head!

I don’t know how to write an introduction. The few times I wrote it before, the more I wrote it, the more ugly it became. Let’s keep it simple:

This is a Marvel fan novel, with a little added Hong Kong manga elements, if you haven’t read Hong Kong manga, it won’t affect the reading experience.

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world fractured by conflict and haunted by shadows of the past, Kokushibo—the first Upper Moon demon—meets his end, only to awaken in a new life. Reincarnated as Crimson, a child born into a different family, he carries the memories of a past he cannot escape. Burdened by centuries of guilt yet indifferent to the present, he resigns himself to duty—until an unexpected bond with his newfound family begins to thaw his hardened heart. As he struggles between the weight of his past and the weight of the new life, Crimson must decide whether he will remain shackled to his former sins or embrace the possibility of peace.

After waking up, she came to the world of mortals cultivating immortals, and was reborn as Li Feiyu with the same name and surname.

Facing the predicament of having little life essence left and not knowing whether he has spiritual roots, relying on the ability to attribute all data, he embarks on the immortal journey of longevity and long-sightedness!

I once killed the Six Paths of the Demon Sect in Tiannan.

He also intimidated the heroes of the Star Palace in the Chaotic Star Sea.

He once forged the name of killing gods in the human world, and once let all races sing his real name in the spiritual world!

In the fairy world, I am the way of heaven!

In this life, I personally promote the three worlds of celebrities, spirits, and immortals!

Killing and setting fire, Li Feiyu, is here!

This book is also known as: “Li Feiyu’s Attribute Cultivation Life” “Li Feiyu is my good brother Han Li, and I can’t even add money! “

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…