Born an outcast, forged in blood.
Yin Jiuyou endured a lifetime of humiliation. At the public annulment ceremony, his fiancée ruthlessly extracted his soul blood, sacrificing it to refine a magical weapon—while his so-called family watched in silence. His parents were thrown into prison, his enemies laughed in his face, and death loomed close.
But in that final moment, he grasped a fragment of a blood-soaked ancient banner.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner responded.
It recognized its new master.
It devoured souls, refined spirits, and drank the marrow of his enemies.
From that day on, he built his path to power with bone and blood.
He forged the bones of the fallen into a foundation.
He drained souls to feed the banner spirit.
He squeezed the flesh of those who wronged him into elixirs of vengeance.
No longer bound by any single tradition, Yin Jiuyou shattered limits, merging the four great paths—**Buddhism, Demonism, Taoism, and Martial Arts—**into one supreme cultivation method.
In a secret realm, a group of giggling Green Tea Fairies tried to ensnare him, unaware that the very ancestor they revered was already imprisoned within his banner.
When the wheel of reincarnation shattered and the heavens began to tremble,
he stood atop the howling Soul Banner, eyes cold, voice like thunder:
“Those who once humiliated me…
will have their souls burned in unquenchable flame—
and serve as slaves for all eternity.”
Transform into the mother nest, the master of all evil!
The bloodbath in the mountain village, I'll retaliate against the Ten Thousand Filths' Nest and refine the Ten Thousand Filths' Golden Elixir! Sand Iron City? Destroyed in a snap! The old demon in the mountain of corpses? Devour his elixir alive!
After returning from a thirty-year hibernation, the Bai Hai Sect dares to overstep its bounds?
During the Pagoda Sacrifice Ceremony, the Jindan Sect Master's might was unstoppable! In a corner, the Qi-training ant "Yin Jiu" raised his head and clenched his fingers—the Soul-Locking Pagoda, the treasure, turned against him, and the Sect Master was reduced to ashes!
"Have you had enough fun?"
The evil lord returns, and all creatures bow! All the heavens and abysses shall know—I am the calamity!
(Apocalypse + Weirdness + Villain Protagonist + High-IQ Spy Thriller | No Heroism, No Romance, No Knife Fights)
When the apocalypse descends, technology collapses—and weirdness creeps in from the cracks of reality.
In the shadows of Area B, the most dangerous spy ever known is finally exposed.
Xie Changfeng—master manipulator, strategist, and traitor.
That very night, Area B plunges into unprecedented chaos.
Cities lose control. Chains of command break down. The weirdness multiplies.
Enemies from all directions close in, determined to erase him.
Out of options, out of time, Xie Changfeng chooses self-destruction.
But that wasn’t the end.
Now, reborn in a world spiraling deeper into madness, he returns with every memory, every grudge, and every unfinished plan.
No emotions.
No attachments.
No forgiveness.
Armed only with his mind and a new set of rules born from death itself, Xie Changfeng plays the game again—colder, faster, and deeper than before.
In a world ruled by secrets and shadows,
there’s no room for knives or compassion—only control.
[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]
(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)
I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,
a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.
The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—
met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.
Even in ruin, they watched.
This is an era sustained by soul power,
where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.
But fate is a crooked thing.
My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,
a cult of madness and slaughter,
whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.
Are they insane? No—
They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.
In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.
Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.
“If the gods allow evil to flourish,
then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”
Let the monks rot.
Let the threads tighten.
Let the drops fall.
I walk not the righteous path,
but the necessary one.
Goblins absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and are not contaminated by the calamities of the mortal world. They are the supreme existence of the demon clan. They forge a treasure in their lifetime, and every time they appear, they cause bloody storms!
Ye Qingchen, a time traveler with a mysterious background, emerged from the Sin Continent holding the broken sword Mo Ran, vowing to subvert the rules of the three religions. He believed that the Tao could be reversed, and his Tao was evil!
A great villain who had struggled for ten years in the main divine dimension gave up everything in exchange for a chance to live again in a parallel world.
Originally, he just wanted to live a leisurely life in his old age...
In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.
On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.
The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.
I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.
But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.
Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.
The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.
Yet I shall not yield.
I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,
pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,
and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—
Let it be known:
Strangers shall never be slaves.
The world is a vast ocean of nothingness. The world is a tiny speck of dust in the ocean.
Above the heavens, the abyss looms, beneath the dark moon, heretics gaze. Ancient beings forge ahead, illuminating the path of ascension with the candlelight of civilization. Martial arts, remnants of the mind, and the commandments; natural disasters, immortal insects, and truth... The world is full of dangers, but it also holds equal opportunities and fortuitous encounters.
Chu Hengkong stepped into the Endless Dust Island. He had no intention of becoming a god, but only wanted to dominate himself in the troubled times.
——He wants to use his tentacles to strangle fate by the throat!
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Upon waking up, Zhao Guangli's ordinary world has changed. In the era of destruction after the historical fault, the human alliance has been subjected to increasingly fierce demonic invasions. Mages with gunfire, energy and stone monsters flying together, knights armed to the point of godliness fill the world, and two morning stars illuminate the system known as the profession. The lake sirens in the stable zone, dark puppets, death knells, and ghosts in the paintings are wailing behind the curtain... The sacred tree of disaster is in constant fire, the slaughterhouse dismembers everything, the nightmare city devours dreams, and the rebellious soldiers of the kingdom are gnawing at the last line of defense of mankind... The dark cult is wreaking havoc within, and pain dances with the prosperity of the nobles. Zhao Guangli, who has no talent at all, embarked on the path of becoming a hunter one day. "Everyone says that the world is in chaos, but I want to turn the tide."
[Non-cool story + Western fantasy + Anti-themed + slow pace + growing protagonist]
It was absolutely right to have a progression system at the beginning. Dago was desperate to improve. The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was look in the mirror and ask himself, "Have I made any progress today?" Especially as a wizard, if he improved a little bit every day, after ten thousand sunsets and sunrises, he would surely reach the top of the world.