This Cultivation World Is Poisoned

One hundred thousand years ago, Xuan Chen Xianzun self-destructed his dao body to protect the last volume of immortal scriptures. One hundred thousand years later, he is reborn into the body of an outer sect waste who was beaten to death by fellow disciples in Lingguang Sect. The world believes: the purer the meridian sequence, the higher the talent. A first-grade orderly meridian is a one-in-ten-thousand genius, while a chaotic meridian is a waste with blocked meridians. But when he opens his dao eye, he sees it—all the cultivation methods in this world are false methods completed by later generations. Every time one circulates their energy, they are nurturing poison within themselves. Those lofty holy sons, elders, and sect masters already have deadly dao patterns crawling all over their meridian sequences. Xie Yanqiu: I have a first-grade orderly meridian, a genius not seen in a century. Su Chenyang raises his hand and extracts: What you practice is poison. Xie Yanqiu: Pfft— Chu Xuanji: I am a mid-stage Ningyuan cultivator, an enforcement elder. Su Chenyang points a finger: That old dao pattern inside you, I'll help you extract it. Chu Xuanji: ... Junior brother, please accept my bow. Starting from Lingguang Sect, he extracts throughout the Cangheng Domain. In this life, he will peel away the deception of one hundred thousand years, layer by layer. True immortals have not died; false immortals shall perish. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: This Cultivation World Is Poisoned — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠