The Moon Seen from a Cage, Mortals and Immortals Separated by a Single Thought. (Please Subscribe!!!)

Primordial Wilderness.

A blood moon hung overhead, and a lone peak stood sharp as a blade.

A waterfall streamed down the mountainside like a ribbon, its waters roaring. Beneath it stood a huge, flat, polished boulder, like a high platform.

An old Human Race cultivator in hemp robes and straw sandals sat cross-legged atop the boulder, holding a horsetail whisk. His white brows and hair framed a face as smooth as a baby's, and his gentle eyes gazed calmly toward the shore in the distance.

An ethereal, lofty air, like invisible smoke and clouds, lingered around the old man.

At that moment, the shore was strewn with reefs, and a group of weary Human Mahayana cultivators sat cross-legged among them.

They were men and women, young and old. Most had bloodstains on their collars and tattered robes. Their murderous, savage aura had yet to fully subside; they had clearly just emerged from a great battle.

Among them, Gu Miao lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the life-bound sword resting across his knees.

Its blade was dull, covered in cracks running every which way. It seemed a single breath would be enough to make it crumble inch by inch.

Crimson light flowed like water, illuminating the ground.

Countless red-gold Cloud Seal Script characters flickered across this stretch of space, seemingly separating the Human Race from the world itself.

Suddenly, the old man on the high platform spoke slowly. "Our current methods of becoming immortals are as numerous as ox hairs."

"Every one of them defies Heavenly Law."

"In the beginning, we ate the flesh and blood of immortals."

"That method worked the fastest, but it was also the most dangerous!"

"To this day, fewer than a handful have become immortals through it."

"The rest failed to withstand the terrifying will within