The Daoist Patriarch's Corpse Is Reanimating, Who Can Handle This?!

I transmigrated into a zombie.

This corpse belonged to the founding patriarch of the Daoist sect, who even created the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stems and Seventy-Two Earthly Branches.

His body is impervious to all magic and unwearied by countless tribulations. As a zombie, he can roam about in daylight and has inherited all kinds of spells and supernatural abilities from the Daoist patriarch.

Eating talismans makes him stronger. Eating magical artifacts makes him stronger too...

He can suck the blood of Celestial Masters, demon kings, Buddhist Zen masters...

Daoist Celestial Master: “Impossible! It can scatter beans to create soldiers, and it does it even better than I do! It’s impervious to all magic, so spells don’t work on it at all. It even ate my peachwood sword!!”

Powerful heretic cultivator: “Shh, there’s a zombie up ahead. Look, it spotted me. Watch as I refine it into a puppet. What!! It can shrink space and travel a thousand miles in a step, and suck blood from a distance!!”

Ten-thousand-year-old great demon: “Can you believe it? A zombie chased me for five hundred kilometers in broad daylight. Thank goodness I released half the blood in my body voluntarily to save my life!”

Peerless Ghost King: “You probably won’t believe this, but a friend of mine was struck by a zombie’s Five Thunder Righteous Technique last night. If it hadn’t cut off half its body and escaped in time, it wouldn’t have made it back tonight. Of course, that friend definitely wasn’t me.”

A zombie who knows Daoist magic is unstoppable, even by gods and Buddhas.

And so, a generation’s Zombie King appeared, leading an army of hundreds of millions of zombies across the worlds of yin and yang, invincible wherever it went.

Gods became his servants, immortals his slaves.

The Four Zombie Progenitors revered him as a deity, and even the Kings of Hell bowed and submitted!!