What If Cultivating Demonic Arts Were Allowed?

He couldn't remember how many people he'd killed, or count the wounds he'd suffered.

All he knew was that he was still alive.

Everyone else was dead.

After this storm of blood and slaughter, no one was left to watch from the sidelines.

Hah, so this was the cultivators' game.

So he thought.

"The winner of this trial is: Zhao Baima."

With a hand covered in wounds, he used the blood to painstakingly leave a bright red mark on the land, now black with blood.

Then everything before his eyes went dark for a long, long time.

His consciousness struggled desperately, but in the end, it faded into the darkness.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.