A Max-Level Martial Sage Making Paper Figures in an Eerie World

Lin Yuan was the only Martial Saint in an age of martial prosperity. One punch could shatter mountains; one kick could split rivers. After transmigrating to a bizarre world, he had to rebuild his body, and at first could only use thirty percent of his power. But thirty percent was enough. A red-clothed vengeful ghost? He beat it into submission with one punch and sealed it inside a paper figurine to serve as a henchman. A headless fiend? He kicked it to the ground and sealed it inside a paper figurine to serve as the vanguard. The lord of a ghost city? He brought out all ten paper figurines of the Kings of Hell, and his underworld domain crushed it.

Others used monsters to fight monsters, only to be corrupted by them and die before reaching thirty. He beat them into submission by brute force and sealed them in paper, at zero cost and zero risk. People called his paper-figurine army the "Underworld" and called him the "King of Hell." The King of Hell himself was in a funeral-clothes shop on the old street, humming a funeral song as he painted eyes onto his paper figurines.