Reborn in an era of capital cultivation, where brilliant, star-like figures shine, Chen Yu isn’t the least bit worried.

Because his cheat has arrived.

But can someone tell me—what’s with this Merit Kasaya? I just wanted to harvest your negative emotions!

Who is the gifted dream-maker, the pride of Tianyuan, the top scorer in the college entrance exam, the genius of body cultivation, and the great entrepreneur?

Chen Yu: You’ve really made me suffer!

The way of heaven collapses, the chaotic beasts become extinct, the world history is broken, and the war between humans and demons continues...

Everyone thought that the end of evolution was the immortal beasts, until Lin Chen brought his cow to this continent and broke the law of evolution in this world.

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PS: There are three evolutionary routes:

Atavism evolution: if a single bloodline exceeds 50%, there is a chance to reappear the original ancestor

Alienation Evolution: Fusion of three 20%+ bloodlines to create a new variant form

Law Evolution: Breaking through the 99% purity barrier, the body becomes energy

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.