Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

He had once seen with his own eyes a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who disobeyed orders and secretly went down the mountain to serve porridge; he was dragged back and, in front of everyone, had his soul extracted and refined, howling for three days and three nights before dying.

From then on, no one dared to go down the mountain again. The Mortal city at the foot of the mountain became an isolated island. One Mortal city after another became an isolated island.

Three years of blizzard; in the Southern Border, countless Mortals died, with less than one in ten surviving.