Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

Besieged on all sides by demon and human, Xu Yangyi, our protagonist, strives to reach the apex, armed only with esoteric knowledge and his cool pragmatism, and to avenge the unjust deaths of both his parents. Embroiled in conspiracy and with adversity waiting at each turn, he is undeterred in his conquest to seek the Grand Dao and break free of this world’s shackles, claiming his title as the pioneer of an era!

The filthy beasts dangled sweet baits to lure the docile souls into the abyss...

Under the indifference of the Old Ones, who carry the weight of faith, only the Law Enforcer is left to settle all matters...

In this strange era. The ancient taboos are revived, and the Creator comes from the sky.

The indescribable old king is whispering. Humanity has many choices. Humanity also has no choice.

Because there is hell ahead and behind. ... Some people meet Dagon under the deep sea and find a way home from Luoyan City.

Some people are summoned by the Buddha Mother under the high walls of the temple and enter the Pure Land of Buddha by indulging in pleasure. Some people hear Turing Tianzun's teachings on the digital network, abandon their mortal bodies and see through the falsehood and the truth. And some people... are helped to the throne by the dormant ancient race.

Crowned as king in the deep space. "Keep your heart beating, and God will resonate with you." - King of the deep space, descendant of the monarch, indescribable, heir of natural disasters, prophet of the kingdom of God Kakosha, distant star feaster... Chen Jing.

[This is a notebook for recording strange stories][Writing any words in the notebook will sign a contract with the notebook][The contract will not become invalid unless the contractor dies][After signing the contract, you can use any pen to write strange stories in the notebook, and the strange stories you write will come true][There is only one price for signing the contract, and that is the contractor's entire future life span] A mysterious notebook, a mysterious story, and the human desire to explore the unknown will always be the best helper for the spread of strange stories...

The human mind and soul are connected. The growth of negative emotions can cause the soul to mutate, preventing it from reincarnating in the Hell, but instead remaining in the human world, transforming into a vicious ghost and causing harm to the world. Zhang Chen, a student from Jinxi County, accidentally gained the power of a prison envoy. He can devour ghosts, gaining their strength and abilities, and continuously evolving his physical body. However, with greater power comes a more terrifying world...

Lin Mo traveled through a strange world where gods did not appear and became a remnant soul in a mass grave.

When he was almost dying of hunger, he accidentally absorbed half a pillar of residual incense, and unexpectedly awakened the Shinto talisman, becoming the only true god in the world.

>At first, he just wanted to survive: relying on the little incense to drive away the evil spirits, protecting the refugees and gaining the title of "wild god".

>Until the Hundred Ghosts slaughtered the deserted village at night, he burned all the incense to manifest a golden barrier.

>The girl knelt on the ground and cried, "Please, God of the Land, please show up!" The wishes of all the people were instantly added to her.

The moment the City God's Dharma image condensed, Lin Mo looked towards the gloomy government office and sneered, "Who said this world... doesn't have gods?"

Spiritual energy revives, worlds pile up, all things grow stronger, hundreds of races invade.

Su Miao was reborn as a drop of water.

As long as you devour it, you can gain skills.

As long as you penetrate, you can seize the spiritual energy.

As long as you enslave them, you can gain subordinates.

......

Su Miao embarked on a journey of upgrading, evolving and dominating the world.

[Dark Fantasy] [Demonic Cultivation] [Selfish & Ruthless] [Decisive Killer] [Intelligent MC] [No Saint-like Behavior] [No Female Lead]

“Blood Demon, hand over the fragments of the Immortal Realm!”

A crimson light fell silently through the night…

— One hundred years later —

“Blood Demon, are you truly going to abandon me, Cang Yun?!”

“Where could you even go?!”

“So what?”

“What do your lives have to do with me?!”

In the Sea of Demon Cultivation—

“Kneel and call me Patriarch… and you may live.”

“A so-called Patriarch… is simply the butcher who outlived the rest.”

Cultivation Realms:

Qi Condensation → Foundation Building → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Soul Transformation → Void Return → Integration → Mahayana → Tribulation Crossing

The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.

"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.