[Master's Soul Transmigration + Apprentice Recruitment System + Nonsensical Comedy + Sketch Style]

The world's foremost Crimson Lotus Immortal Venerable perished, and was reborn ten thousand years in the past.

The "Disciple," the Saint Master's吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary) system that awakened in the previous life, is bound to the soul, but it is still charging up after the transmigration and has not yet been activated.

"My son is very handsome and talented; I hope he will have a smooth and successful future..."

"So you'll be called Lin Yi."

One... utter nonsense!

No, I have to complain!

Disciple, wake up! I can't help but complain!

I want to take on disciples! I want to vent! I want to reclaim my immortal status!

Apprentice: Wait a minute, the spacetime turbulence has caused some minor bugs in the system... You can't complain anymore, you have to praise it...

Using evil bones as fuel, he devours immortals to prove his truth!

The good-for-nothing Chu Chen, who had his heart ripped out by his family as a sacrifice, awakened the ancient evil master's corpse.

"Exchange a hundred years of your life for three days of Soul Devouring Secret Technique!"

At the bottom of the Demon Burial Abyss, he devoured the death energy and practiced evil skills. He tore the disciples of the immortal sect to pieces with his bare hands and even detonated his golden elixir to break through the encirclement!

The price he paid was that the demon bone on his left arm devoured his master, the devilish pattern on his right palm spread, and the pseudo-pill in his dantian cracked like a spider web.

Xuantian Pavilion's wanted order shook the Nine Provinces: "The demon fetus has appeared, devouring the soul and seizing the Tao!"

In the Black Skull House, the poison doctor Su Mei's Gu Dan locked his lifeblood;

In the hellish realm, the demon clan saint Yun Zhao's blood contract contains a deadly slave seal;

And the evil nine-toothed skull pupils in his body were lighting up one by one as he killed...

When the truth of the immortal world's soul-sucking formation is revealed,

Chu Chen carried the Sky Burial Coffin and crushed the Immortal Gate:

"You have been absorbing the spiritual energy of the human world for thousands of years, and today—"

"It's time to be devoured by the immortal!"

The time traveler, messing up fate, causing the sky to fall, is not in the cause and effect, and the believers are all over the kingdom of God! Open the way, remove the shackles, go against the Daluo, walk the ladder of heaven on the way, and ascend to the high seat of God!

My soul soared into the void, entering the vast world of the Investiture of the Gods. Eight hundred lords vied for the universe, and those destined for the Investiture of the Gods were among them; my name is Song Feng, my father is an extraordinary man; my uncle is Jiang Shang, courtesy name Ziya, also known as Flying Bear; wielding a golden whip, I control the Investiture of the Gods, and though the stars of the heavens are numerous and the gods and men are countless, I too will not lose my divine position.

A secret hidden deep in the heart, a game called the Great Turtle Shell Technique, nine mysterious and strange dice, the heir to the bloodline of God, the mission of rebuilding the Gods... Faced with all this suddenness, what choice will the young man punished by God make?

Remember the Holy Necromancer Ilex from "Throne of Seal of Gods," the man who said, "I hold the sun and moon in my hands and pluck the stars. There's no one like me in the world"? The Great Turtle Shell Technique he desperately sought has finally arrived!

Even in "Douluo Continent II: Unrivaled Tang Sect," the divine power he yearned for before his death is about to be revealed. Even gods cannot escape the effects of the Great Turtle Shell Technique!

A young man with extraordinary skills failed to pass the selection to embark on the path of a cultivator. Just when he adjusted his mentality and accepted this fact, several mysterious dice suddenly appeared. He suddenly possessed magical powers and was given the mission of rebuilding the Gods. The boy's life changed from then on.

Chen Chuman, the modern urban white-bone demon, accidentally transmigrated into a cute girl with immense strength. She has the standard golden finger system and excellent talents that are standard for a heroine, but the evil God just doesn't want her to have a smooth journey to immortality. The promised golden finger system is actually half-crippled. Crashes and jams are commonplace, not to mention that she has to rely on herself to upgrade and fix bugs. Have you ever heard of relying on eating to continuously upgrade your extremely annoying talents? Sorry, Chen Chuman encountered it. It's not easy to be taken in by an immortal sect. I can lean on a big tree for shade in the future. However, the tree will fall when I rely on it, and people will run away when I rely on them. The system will crash when I rely on it. It seems that it is better to rely on myself than on others. Look at this immortal sect.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

A sword cultivator must be pure.

Love must be exclusive.

One sword by my side, one love for a lifetime.

No matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the realm—slaying immortals, vanquishing demons, killing gods, cleaving the heavens—I will only follow my path, and I will only search for her, my one true love...