"How can a mortal body be a king?"
"If you want to be the king of all living beings, first swallow all Buddhas, dragons and elephants!"
It all started when Wu Dao broke the limits of the human body.
Okay, I know you want to see a weird adventure story;
So... start by traveling through time and space and becoming a kitchen knife?
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 thousand years later, we are history, ten thousand years later, we are myth
(No heroine!) (Dark-hearted) (Ruthless) (Darkness) (Semi-cool) (Don't criticize if you don't like it) In this dark world, the strong survive and the weak can only crawl at the bottom. All choices are for profit. A young man accidentally obtained a mysterious book and became a monk. Starting from a small village, he used all means and had no bottom line just to pursue the infinite path. (The first few chapters are slow, and then take off)
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!