[No System] + [No Unparalleled Talent] + [No Rebirth] + [No Time Travel] + [Decisive Killing] + [Rigorous Logic] + [Scheming] + [Before the Game Arrives]

With his father gravely ill, Yang Xiao is fired by the studio after his account is deliberately deleted. Returning to his village, he violently beats up his vampire relatives. While playing with the official souvenir dungeon token, Yang Xiao unexpectedly discovers a separate dungeon. By exchanging in-game attributes, he can forge magical weapons, refine magical medicines, appraise antiques, and cash out game attributes. When the game arrives, he suddenly finds himself a big shot.

[Original Abyss Demon] + [No System for the Protagonist] + [Grand World View] + [Endless Plane Sea] + [No Female Protagonist] + [Kill, Kill, Kill]

Screw benevolence, wisdom, propriety, righteousness and trustworthiness. I’m a devil and still care about these things. I’ll die!

A murderer and arsonist, a demon of the night, revered by all beings as the Immortal Venerable Chen.

In this treacherous world full of scheming and deceit, Chen Luo knew that only by being smart enough and ruthless enough could he survive.

I'll be all smiles with you during the day, but I'll chop you up at night.

As long as I don't leave a single survivor, no one will know I'm the villain.

Summary: A story about a calm murderer who strives to commit evil in another world. Promise: You may see a formulaic beginning, but I will never let you see a formulaic process or ending. Follow my super imagination and soar in another world.

The first year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi had a copper-skin and iron-boned body, and was invulnerable to water and fire. Black smoke billowed with every move he made.

The master said that was spiritual energy.

The second year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi felt extremely itchy, and hundreds of evil eyes broke free from his flesh and blood, emitting malice unscrupulously.

The master said that this was called supernatural power.

After a hundred years of cultivating immortals, Chen Huangpi's eighteen feet were rooted in the dark earth, and his nine heads reached the sky. When he opened his bloody mouth, he could hear obscure and evil sounds.

He called himself the Taoist Master Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master sitting in the ninth heaven, his whole body was dark blue, and countless gods, immortals and Buddhas were struggling and wailing in his shadow.

"Master, are we really cultivating immortals?"

As soon as I crossed over, I met the Immortal of Great Love who wanted to sever my brotherhood with me. Oh! This misunderstanding is too deep to explain. Fang Yuan is smarter than a monkey. How can I fool him to keep him stable? I don’t want to die or be a tool. I can only be a Zuwang Dao! Now I, Gu Yue Fangzheng, the top-level Zhidao Suo Master, have gone through hundreds of reincarnations to break the fate and summon the soul from the sky. Finally, Fang Yuan, the devil from the sky, got the Spring and Autumn Cicada. Brother! How could your brother lie to you!

After traveling through a witch world for decades, my future has been cut off because of my qualifications. I really can’t bear to die like this!

So...if you have the chance, stop being a human being!

This is the whisper of the universe from an evil god!

They call me...the one who whispers in the stars, the one who peeps with evil eyes, the one who devours the world, the one who cannot be named!

In the future, death is not allowed.

Everyone can be resurrected by a spell called 'Resurrection'.

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I'm dead.

Inexplicably, I was resurrected in a mysterious prison using a 'resurrection technique'.

The prison has a variety of torture instruments.

Every day I would be tortured to death by these torture instruments, and then resurrected to continue being tortured.

And it's not just me.

There are many people like me in this prison.

Some of these people have even been tortured for thousands of years.

We can neither live nor die, and we can never rest in peace.

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I have to find a way to escape...

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his youth was aroused by troubles.

Every day I suffer from aging, sickness and death, and I see love, hate, anger, ignorance and resentment.

I don't want my face to wither and fade, I don't want my skin to become covered with spots.

I don’t want my limbs to wither, my internal organs to be empty and my bones to be smelly.

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his only wish was to live forever.

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Using self-cultivation as medicine and nourishing the body as bait, this is the story of an ordinary person overcoming tribulations and seeking immortality.

He was once a ruthless and calculating financial tycoon who wielded the dark power of the modern world, but he perished in a single day, his soul burning in flames.

When he awoke again, the immortal sect was majestic, but he was trapped at the very bottom, his spiritual roots were mixed and he was a menial disciple with only firewood and filth for company.

The path to immortality is arduous? It's just another game of survival of the fittest. The mysteries of the Dao? They will ultimately become the sharpest blade in his hand.

He coldly observed the hypocrisy and cruelty of the cultivation world, habitually dealing with everything through calculation, and regarding everyone as a pawn.

However, those warm and pure eyes... made him begin to doubt himself.

Will he repeat the same mistakes or defy fate in this second life? What will he wield this time?