How difficult is the immortal way!

What's more, this world of cultivating immortals has been completely changed by a plague!

Ordinary people are infected with disease, and once immortals come into contact with them, their cultivation base will decline at least, and they will return to heaven in severe cases, so the immortals will be separated forever;

Immortals cannot be practiced together, and the entire world of cultivating immortals has become a huge dark forest;

...

Li Fan came across, although he was ambitious, but he could only wallow in the mortal world, wasting his life.

Fortunately, at the end of his life, he finally awakened a strange treasure, which can turn the truth into a falsehood, turn the real life into a dream, and return to the time when he just crossed over!

Thus, Li Fan began his long journey of life!

In the second life, Li Fan finally ruled the world for fifty years, but he searched the world and found no trace of the fairy. Only at the end of life can you see the traces of immortals.

In the third life, Li Fan devoted all his energy and planning, but in the end he was no match for the immortal's sword!

Fourth world...

...

I, Li Fan, am a mortal, I will never regret for a lifetime, but I only want to live forever!

“By pushing light into darkness, I obtained incredible power. By sucking the essence of life, I became an immortal monster.”

He was dressed in a sacred cloak. Singing commands to the horde of demons.

“Yes, even if this might be my fall, I’d die either way!”

He was merely a child who became a s*ave. Powerless and abandoned. Never once did he hesitate to do anything to overturn his doomed fate.

After all, a God is above all moral values.

This is the story of a man who has succeeded in evolving his mortal body and soul into that of a God.

(Unlimited streaming + no heroine + original copy + shifting reasoning + decisive killing)

【Welcome to the weird game】

[As long as you clear the dungeon, you will get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

In the thirty-sixth year since the advent of the strange game, Qiss was pulled into the dungeon by the Lord God.

Gray fog and yellow clouds cover the sky, ghosts and monsters roam the streets, towering dead trees rise from the ground, and skeletons and carrion pile up everywhere.

This is not reality, there is no such thing as morality and conscience; this is not chaos, there are laws and rules that cannot be disobeyed.

Qisi took a look at the rules and found a lot of loopholes that could be exploited.

(This book is also known as "I Will Dominate the Weird" and "I Will Steal Gods in Weird Games")

——Wenqing version (not speaking human language version) Copywriting——

The rules feed on the gods, and the gods sacrifice all living beings.

The strange game is the snare, and the mysterious resurgence is the medium.

Under the cold fig leaf is an indescribable horror.

Not wanting to be controlled by fate, Si Qi jumped out of his shackles.

Tear apart morality and dance alone on the border between black and white; break away from the rules and build your own throne.

He is not a god in this life, but Weird Games has already prepared a god status for him and welcomed his return with a feast of death.

Cain, the first murderer, was banished by God.

The innocent Zou Hang was abandoned by society.

Forgive him for telling lies and not trusting anyone.

There is no absolute right or wrong in Zou Hang's eyes. He came to this reincarnation world of horror movies. He had been investigating, calculating, and verifying his conjectures, and he had a strange idea. If this idea is wrong, then the person who died just now may have died in vain for his academic research. If his idea is correct. Then the deaths of those people are valuable.

Good at inducing others to get themselves into logical dilemmas. He's persistent, he's stubborn. He is cruel. Say something that is on your mind in a language that others do not understand. If a lie can be told reasonably and perfectly, then the lie is actually a fact recognized by most people! Instead of saying nonsense that is actually the truth.

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.

[Infinite loop. Surviving in the cracks. Neither a saint nor invincible. Everyone's IQ is online. A slow-burn evolution.]

Ning Mu, who once suspected he was mentally ill, eventually realized the terrifying truth—the world was trapped in an endless reset. As the original course of events began to unravel, something far more sinister emerged: ghosts were real.

And those who devoured these ghosts… awakened extraordinary powers.

Now, everyone was hunting—fighting and feeding on ghosts to grow stronger.

After surviving countless bizarre and brutal incidents, Ning Mu faced the one who now stood above all, almost godlike.

“Go in peace. Don’t rewind time again,” Ning Mu said quietly.

The “god” remained silent—and rewound time anyway.

“Ning Mu, just give up.”

“Yeah! How can we fight against a god?”

Ning Mu only shook his head.

“Who’s to say what it really is—a god, a ghost, or just a human?”

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!

Slow-burning western fantasy, Knight Lord, no heroine! Dispensable cheat codes, released late!

Henvel starts out as a commoner and plans to strive to become a noble, but he is dragged into the war at a young age.

In order to survive, he joined the enemy camp, became a junior military advisor, and forged the world's strongest army.

Unable to live a good life as a reward after the war, he was sold into slavery again.

He was trained to be a gladiator, but before he could gain his freedom, he was bought as a substitute for a nobleman.

After a bloody and scheming journey, he eventually replaced the original master and became a noble!

And all this is just the beginning, a long journey...

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.

When his parents' blood turned cold in the cracks of the bluestone, Li Feng understood: If you want to live, you have to be dirtier than evil people and more despicable than mud!

Kneeling and licking the Black Tiger Gang? Voluntarily practicing the life-shortening Five Poison Palm? Using his subordinates as sacrifices? Selling his affectionate Taoist partner to be used as a furnace? As long as he can climb up, he won't blink an eye!

The body is exhausted? Turned into a corpse! The soul is on the verge of collapse? Ten thousand ghosts are imprisoned in the body! The power is complicated and difficult to control? Bet your life on the unity of body and soul!

From then on, the black market had an extra walking taboo, with corpses as coffins and ghosts as servants, and wherever the blood mist of the underworld passed, the souls of all living beings became nutrients!

> When he sat in the false god realm formed by the swallowing of the blessed land, fishing for a thousand years... what he was fishing for was no longer fish.

(From a maggot in the mud to a great evil being that eclipses the heavens and the earth!)