[Supernatural Revival] + [No Female Lead] + [Decisive and Ruthless] + [No Saint-like Compassion] + [Not a Lapdog] + [No System]

A summer camping trip turned into a one-way path to hell.

Lin Yi became entangled with an unspeakable "thing." It defied all logic, and with every heartbeat, the resounding bell of death tolled.

In a frantic escape, he stumbled into a decaying ancient temple, where the cold was bone-piercing.

In the darkness, a rusty ghost chain glowed with an ominous light.

Amid the despair of life and death, a brutal, cold power was forcefully injected into Lin Yi, and he became a ghost rider!

He was a living corpse, a cage for a vengeful spirit, and the price was clear and cruel: his life was being consumed little by little by the parasitic ghost.

The ghost's murderous intent was upon him, the temple doors were buckling, and with his life hanging by a thread, the instinct for survival overpowered everything else!

With his eyes bloodshot, Lin Yi shed all hesitation and boldly activated the non-human power within his body!

The eerie light erupted, and a pitch-black ghost domain instantly tore open space under his will.

Lin Yi narrowly escaped, but this was no liberation. The terrifying iceberg of the supernatural revival had merely revealed its tip.

This thorny path of controlling a vicious ghost was one where every step was soaked in the blood of his kind and the curses of the ghosts.

Power is poison; mercy is a grave.

As the world began its descent into the abyss, Lin Yi clutched the cold chain in his hand, understanding a brutal truth:

On this desperate chessboard, to survive, he had to be more ruthless than a ghost and more merciless than a man.

The heavy, bloody chapter had just turned its first page.

Lin Yi: "Welcome to... Purgatory!

Humans are the spirit of all things, and Gu is the essence of heaven and earth.

Level D qualification?

A useless body?

Rejection of world laws?

Bai Zhan Tu Dai (Lin Meiyuan) raised his heterochromatic pupils, his eyes only looking towards his homeland.

No one and nothing can stop my determination to return home!

Welcome to the Hell Game.

[Enter Dungeon: Bloody Restaurant]

[You're applying for the position: Delivery Driver]

[Your clients include: a fat otaku stinking of corpses, a maid who explodes at the slightest disagreement...]

[Your colleagues include: a boss who's too pretty to be human, a literal beast of burden, a man-eating tree spouting French swear words...]

Faced with these crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a good person, had no choice but to stop being one.

On the other side of our world, there is actually another magnificent world full of mystery and fantasy.

That is the spiritual world, born from legend.

The mundane life of the city.

There are monsters running rampant in the ten directions of ghost realm.

In the strange world of mountains and seas, there are endless rare and exotic animals.

The Three Realms and Ten Continents, the Immortals and Buddhas stand high above...

In the future, the broken earth was dug out by people and became the distant ancient mythological era, which opened a great era of human cultivation.

Xie Lingxin came from "ancient times" and began his spiritual practice with a painting called "The Great Emperor Preaching the Sutras".

The blazing fire of catastrophe burns the five turbidities, the huge furnace forges the bones of a thousand catastrophes, the five thunders' true words brand the golden body, and the jade hair appears in the great light.

From then on, his brilliance surged across the earth and sky like an eternal torrent.

[Chinese Cthulhu + Bizarre Cultivation + No Female Lead + No System + Not Brainless] (Low rating because few people have read it) (Due to its vast world-building and complex settings, the early stages require setup, resulting in a slower-paced plot. Enter at your own risk if you mind this.) When I opened my eyes, I saw a bizarre stone statue I had never seen before. An old woman with yellow teeth, claiming to be my grandmother, was stirring inside my stomach with a strange knife. She was carving my bones. "Child, with spiritual roots, you can become an immortal," she told me. "Become an immortal? Become what kind of immortal?" I cried out in fear, looking at the tentacled monster. "No! I don't want to become that kind of monster!"