American Comics: Everyone Cultivates Immortality, and Magic Treasures Crush Thanos!

A bronze coffin nail pierced a werewolf's heart. Tang Song walked through the rainy New York night beneath a black umbrella. No spiritual energy in this degenerate age? No problem. Lunar essence from the moon could temper his body and refine his corpses just as well.

Two years after landing in Marvel, he worked as a researcher at Oscorp by day, using the Gu-raising secrets of the Hesham School to refine a black snake into a flying Teng Snake. By night, he led New York's underground cleaners. Thirty-six golden coffins of fortune and longevity formed a Corpse Worshiping the Moon Formation as he used moonlight to refine armored corpses. The Punisher cleaned his guns for him, Quake worked as his hacker, and even Kingpin decided it wasn't worth making an enemy of him.

While hunting werewolves, Selene encountered a bullet loaded with ultraviolet light. A volcanic lair belonging to Rodan appeared in the encrypted files of the Monarch Organization. Professor Connors stared at the burned-out computer from the recording and fell silent.

Meanwhile, Tang Song sat cross-legged on a green jade meditation cushion, two lung-metal sword energies rising and falling inside him like snakes. He had just entered the Qi Refining stage. Thanos's name had yet to light up on the System panel, but the thirty-six bronze-armored corpses were already ravenous.

"When Taoist arts meet magic, corpse refinement meets super-soldiers, and magical treasures meet the Infinity Gauntlet, it's time to change the heavens of Marvel."

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