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).

Since gods and Buddhas are useless, then I will come in person and ask for my life from heaven!

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This is the story of a terminally ill man who regained his soul and cultivated the ultimate path, killing Buddhas and gods in order to seek immortality.

(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)

The novel talked about the war between human cultivators and demons, and how they overcame or fell before their inner demons.

The main character was a teenager whose parents were mu*dered because they owned a powerful Taoist treasure. He struggled to survive in this chaotic fantasy world and tried to find a chance to avenge his parents. Meanwhile he discovered the top secrets behind this world.

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!