Zhou Heng fell into a lower-dimensional world, fortunately, his essence remained that of a higher being.

In the world of gods and spirits, he reshaped the mythos and became the First God.

In the world of horror and dread, he scattered the mists of despair and became the light of hope.

In the world of wizards, he pursued truth, until he became truth itself.

In the world of cultivation, he glimpsed the Great Dao and forged his own true path.

...

And when he returned to the higher dimensions, he realized, he had already become a miracle incarnate.

He broke through the boundaries of dimension, ascending into true eternity and immortality.

[Dark Version of The Great Ruler] + [No Female Lead] + [Opposite of Desolation]

“I am the source of weirdness, and I shall sacrifice all enemies under heaven!”

As one of the Ten Primordial Ancestors of the Weird Plateau, Cang Zu grew weary of the Grand Sacrificial Eras, each one bringing only empty, fleeting hope.

So, he chose a different path:

To become the origin of all darkness, to monopolize the Great Sacrifice, all living beings, his alone to consume.

Immortal Kings? Celestial Emperors?

They are nothing more than offerings at his altar.

When you see a male fire dragon flying over the sky, you cannot assert that it is a male fire dragon, because it may be a rare silver fire dragon before you see it.

When you suspect that it was a silver fire dragon before, it may be a thorny dragon a long time ago.

When you know from other populations that it was a thorny dragon a long time ago, you still cannot assert that it is a thorny dragon, because it is possible that it is a extinct dragon before others see it.

You can almost be sure that it is a flying dragon, but you still cannot assert that it is a flying dragon, because it may be an old mountain dragon under the ground you cannot see.

What is it?

At the beginning, it was a hair spider.

"I don't care what Thanos' ideals are, and I don't care what the consequences of too many creatures in this universe will be, as long as he doesn't use that damn Infinity Gauntlet to destroy my business!" - Kahn Punt

Once he traveled to the American comic world, Kahn had the golden finger to trade all the worlds.

So far, Boss Kahn's name is not only resounding in America in the Marvel Universe, his influence has spread to all the worlds!

PS: There are many subsequent worlds such as Marvel, Naruto, Harry Potter, One Punch Man, The Boys, Dragon Ball, One Piece, etc.

Lin transmigrated to detective conan universe with the death note.

"Anyone whose name is written in the note will die."

"How can such an unscientific thing be possible?"

"If it's true, wouldn't we be able to rule the world?"

"You think so, don't you, Mr. Gin?"

"By the way, could you please sign an autograph for me?"

"Use your real name."

[No Saint-Like MC] · [No Harem] · [No System] · [Cold and Calculating Cultivator]

“My name is Li Changsheng,I seek the Dao of Immortality!”

Immortal or demon? It makes no difference.

I crave only one thing, eternal life and absolute power.

Beneath the Nine Netherworlds lies a place known as Youming, the Netherworld. In this brutal cultivation realm, there is no right or wrong, no light or dark. Only power reigns.

The strong rule.

The weak are nothing but ants.

With the Netherworld Tower in hand, Li Changsheng sets foot on the treacherous road of ascension, a path toward enlightenment, immortality, and domination.

[No Saintly Ideals] · [No Female Lead] · [No System] · [No Transmigration]

Whatever the heart desires, whatever the will pursues, becomes the Ultimate Immortal Path.

The Heavenly Dao?

The Heavenly Dao is dead. Let the Demon Dao rise in its place.

This is a brutal world of cultivation where only strength matters. The strong are revered. The weak are crushed like ants.

My name is Zhao Wuji.

And in my pursuit of immortality, nothing is forbidden. No law, no virtue, no limit shall bind me.

Strong murderous spirit, extreme personality, and alienated bloodline are the secret martial arts and magic. When horror comes quietly, when the world becomes strange, Li Xuan can only rely on the "attribute adder" and "bloodline bar".

"Scourge of the Dead + Half Behind-the-scenes BOSS + Explosive Soldiers + Mage Tower"

What would happen if a sixth-level necromancer who was on a plane expedition traveled back to the Victorian era?

Werewolves, vampires, banshees, angels, demons? Yeah, I know this stuff.

Evil God? Unknown existence? Hmm? I'm familiar with this thing too.

Some time ago, there was the same thing lying on my dissection table.

Transform the undead, spread the Dark Furnace Meditation, train more Furnace Mages, become the new lineage of Mages, return to the peak, and even go one step further to become a seventh-level Holy Spirit Mage, or even an eighth-level Overlord.

The undead plague will once again sweep across the endless world, and it all starts with a werewolf manor.

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

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He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.