Playing Ghosts and Gods: A Dream of Rebirth

A thousand years of spring and autumn, a thousand years of hardship. Conceal your edge, feign your foolishness, and lie low to survive.

The path to immortality is severed, the immortal sects sealed. With no place on the righteous path, I turn to a crooked road.

A hundred-meter altar built from ten thousand corpses. Heaven's wrath and the people's hatred forge the demonic path.

Today I stand proudly atop the ninth heaven, slaying humans, ghosts, and even immortals!