The Pen Lord

With a bald brush, he writes of the heavens; with half a bowl of muddy wine, he pays tribute to the world.

When Lin Mo, a slacker rogue cultivator, munches on a chicken leg and crookedly writes the words "Move Mountains" beneath a wanted notice, three thousand years of ironclad rules in the cultivation world come crashing down.

No one knows that this glutton, who fears death above all, is using his lifespan as ink to rewrite the laws of heaven and earth. The cinnabar mole of a goddess's attendant is an ancient forbidden spell; the merit seal of a sect's holy son is a mark of blood sacrifice. Even the Heavenly Dao's tribulations become drops of ink from the tip of his brush. Are all people merely pawns? He dips his brush in the blood of his own heart and scrawls wildly across the void. Nine layers of heaven split open with crimson fissures. Then let him overturn the whole board! When the blood of those dearest to him stains the tip of the Myriad Things Brush, the lone wolf becomes a dark overlord, holding up the crumbling world with his spine.

The cruelest move in the cultivation world's game is to use your own soul as the sacrificial piece.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.