Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world.

"Does this mean that I will become a monster?"

In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful by faith.

"Then I am a god!"

In ancient times, they were regarded as feared by demons and fed on fear.

"I will become the master of ghost stories!"

But under the scouring of the torrent of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of text that were regarded as nonsense.

"It is my duty to recast the glory of ghost stories."

But you're not a weirdo, well, you're not human either.

"Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster."

In the mass grave, I fed a ghost alive - it was just a tool for me to survive.

The essence and blood of the clan members, the flesh and blood of geniuses, the souls of the entire clan... all become food for refining ghosts!

The stronger the ghost, the more ferocious the backlash? Stronger restrictions, deeper calculations, make it a permanent slave!

They used every possible means, including robbing cultivators, massacring cities, going undercover, killing masters, and training devils.

My evil magic reaches all the heavens, and I use the common people as materials to refine my supreme ghost way!

Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul… In front of the world barrier, looking back:

Homeland? It's just the first stepping stone to the top!

In the world of cultivation, having a powerful advantage—often called a “golden finger”—is essential. Ruan Ci, the protagonist, possesses a universe-level golden finger. However, this power is not eternal; it has a limited duration. Even more complicated is that everyone knows about her golden finger and its ticking time limit.

When Ruan Ci is at her most desperate, Xie Yan lends her a sword—the legendary cosmic treasure “Donghua Sword.” But borrowed items must eventually be returned.

Ruan Ci was once a noble girl whose entire family was wiped out by a coalition of cultivation sects. She was saved by the notorious Xie Yan, who entrusted her with the sword and made her the new Sword Bearer. Using this sword, she enters the Shangqing Sect, cultivates for ten years to lay a solid foundation, and eventually achieves an extraordinary level of power comparable to an ancient Dao ancestor.

But the borrowed sword must be returned, and on her path of cultivation, Ruan Ci faces relentless threats from various factions. She struggles against the manipulations of Dao Ancestors and strives to break free from a destined death. Through courage and determination, she climbs the peak of cultivation and embarks on a legendary journey.

God is dead and hell is empty.

Five times, six hearts.

Seven killed, eight sides to come.

Nine fears are destroyed, and there is nothing.

In a man's skin,

A red candle at night.

Be careful, there is no one in front.

Jiang Zhu traveled to the vast world of immortals and became a green lantern.

When the green lantern absorbed enough sunlight and moonlight, he could open his eyes and see the world.

The emperor sought immortality, the immortal master pursued the Tao, the mountain spirits and wild monsters feasted on incense, it was wonderful and dreamy.

He tried his best to participate in this dreamlike world, but he could do nothing.

Alluring beauties, chivalrous knights, immortal masters, emperors of ancient and modern times, all could not resist the long passage of time.

The flickering candlelight seemed to be explaining the glory of the past, and it seemed to be telling the desolation of seeking immortality.

The candlelight is dim and unchanging.

Cut a ray of candlelight, telling a story of the past, but can't find the appearance of the old friend...

Zhou Mo sat on a park bench with a cup of milk tea, his mind empty as he pondered over something crucial for a man who had just traveled through time. When would he die? And... who stole his brain? The murderer was very unethical. It was understandable that he dug out his brain, but taking away his eyes as well was too much. So Zhou Mo planned to retrieve his brain before he died completely.