In the celestial empire, during the ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven,

Chaos reigns across the land, and the people suffer.

The royal governance collapses, and western barbarians with their pantheon of gods invade.

New warlords arise, claiming territories; the Taiping rebels wreak havoc, leading to widespread misery.

Calamities like floods, droughts, earthquakes, sandstorms, tornadoes, acid rain, blood moons, and meteor falls occur in succession.

Countless demons roam, strange beings thrive, spirits mingle with the inexplicable, and mysterious phenomena arise.

In these dark and tumultuous times, Tao Qian opens his eyes to find himself about to be beheaded at the vegetable market...

[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

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.

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.

The whispers of the old gods enveloped the entire continent, potions flowed quietly in dark alleys, and the shadow of a dragon passed over the steam-filled city dome. A stranger was reborn as the most humble being in this world—a gray mouse. However, he started from the dark sewers, step by step farming, infrastructure construction, alliances with foreign races, and deciphering lost runes. The roar of steam resonated with the whispers of magic, the gears turned, and the dragon flapped its wings. He transformed into the "Sherlock Holmes" detective who had never appeared before, weaving an underground network that spanned races and classes, vowing to break the oppression of theocracy and use the power of machinery, magic, and faith to create a new era of civilization for all intelligent creatures, sharing, and co-governance. ——When he first stepped into this world, Lu Ran had only one self-deprecating sentence: "I, Mouse, am going to die this time..."

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...

[Decisive and Ruthless] · [Profit Above All] · [No Female Lead] · [Villainous Protagonist] · [Not Invincible]

“Immortality is bait, let the world’s heroes fight to the death for it.”

When the ancient scripture resurfaces, chaos erupts across the land. Kingdoms fall, alliances shatter, and ambition floods the world like wildfire.

The sages claimed that immortality was a dead end, an unreachable dream.

But I saw hope in the ashes of despair.

I will carve my own path toward eternal life, a path that belongs to me alone.

And even if it ends in death, I will have no regrets.

"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.