[IQ online, no brainless plot] + [No system] + [God of Taoism] + [Eternal Life] + [No female protagonist] + [Old Six] + [Powerful tactics] + [Steady and cautious]

Zhang Wu travels through the world of cultivation and starts out as a jailer in the Heavenly Prison.

The end of being an official is the sky prison, the end of being a soldier is dying on the battlefield, and the end of being in the martial arts world is also a vendetta, and no one will die a good death.

If you want to survive, you have to stay safe and sound in the prison to earn money, learn skills, and accumulate trump cards.

A thousand years later...

When Zhang Wu decided to leave the Heavenly Prison, he had only a few cards in his hand.

"This time, if we have a 99% chance of success, then we'll take action. It's unrealistic to always strive for 100% certainty..."

An otaku accidentally traversed while playing a dark 18 banned-cultivation galgame, and he brought this game panel called “Cthulhu Cultivation” with him…

The cultivation of Cthulhu requires him to go to the dungeons of the heavens to complete the dark missions and achieve daily evil events.

“Criminal event triggered: adoption of orphan Lin Yunyun.”

“Lin Yunyun? Orphan? Pharaoh, find someone to knock Lin Yunyun that dead ghost father to death! Hurry up, I’m in a hurry!”

This is a story of an ambitious otaku. Under the “persecution” of portable games, Mei Zizi embarked on the path of evil (human) god (scum).

A single hair can pierce a star, a sneeze can destroy a star field, and if you accidentally fart, the creatures of hundreds of star fields will be poisoned to death.

But don't worry, this kind of deity doesn't fart or sneeze.

Di Wuming was very bored. He had been living this kind of life for countless eons, and he wanted to find something fun to do.

To prevent himself from accidentally destroying the world, he sealed himself away: his hair, his pores, his teeth, his nails, his saliva, and his nostrils…

He had sealed almost everything that could be sealed, which made him feel that he wouldn't unintentionally destroy the world.

He couldn't get too excited, otherwise, if he raised his voice even slightly, it would be like the collapse of a mountain or a river.

Things with thought fear him, and things without thought also fear him. All rules, origins, and the Way of Heaven revolve around him.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't born from chaos; he created chaos.

Finding a Daoist partner doesn't result in a son, but in a world; the Daoist partner is called the Mother of Chaos.

He set up so many seals on himself, yet he was still the ancestral god.

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.