I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.

Only the cultivators can represent the truth under this dark, starry sky! They are still regarded and celebrated by mortals, no matter how selfish and shameless they are!

It’s the story of a demonic cultivator who is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of immortality.

A thousand years of impermanence, killing endlessly. Fame is the same as dirt, disdaining the ridicule of the virtuous.

His sword cuts through iron and kills people when he’s furious. While consuming his share of wine, he laughed at ghosts and gods.

Killing and fighting on earth and in heaven, terrifying the underworld. The act of killing one is a crime, but the act of slaughtering ten thousand is heroism.

You are a hero among heroes if you have slaughtered nine million people!

Seeing through a thousand years of benevolence and righteousness, but let this life display the majestic wind. There is no love for my name, no condemnation in my heart for having killed a million people!

Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered.

The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist?

Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive.

Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree?

Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.

A sentient demonic sword drifts from master to master, offering power at a price. Some wielders rise, others fall—but all leave their mark on the blade. It grows stronger with each bond, shaping and shattering destinies across a blood-soaked world. This is not a story of good or evil—only the will of the sword.

The path of cultivating immortals is to seize the opportunity, defy the yin and yang of life and death, and master the universe. Let's see how the protagonist enters the Tao with blood by chance and gradually understands the truth of this world. (No heroine, no saint, decisive and dark story!)

Bai Mo, you evil bastard!

“Only the weakling will care about race and lineage, that’s because they need to see something that is similar to themselves to feel safe. And they need to use another life to continue their dreams; But the sun doesn’t need another sun, and the eternal one doesn’t need another to realize his own dreams.”

A story of a lone seeker constantly searching for a way forward.

The protagonist is a pure mage, cold-blooded, cautious, dark and ruthless. There is no female lord throughout the whole process.

There is no heroine, no outbreak of life or death, but steady progress. There is no strong enemy everywhere. The protagonist is always a strong enemy of others.