Madly Riding the Ghostly Immortal

(No System, no heroine, no invincibility. Eastern cosmic horror, an eerie world of fear and survival.)

The ladder that reached up to the heavens was cruelly severed by a merciless blade.

From above came a strange theatrical chant, plaintive and piercing, eerie and terrifying, like a summons from the depths of hell, every line soaked in blood: “Changsheng Heaven, Changsheng Heaven, every ghost and thing can become an immortal.”

A madman screamed and raved among a sea of severed limbs and corpses.

“Hahaha, hahahahaha! I'm not a Fusheng, you can't fool me, you can't fool me!”

He stared at his blood-soaked hands, terror and madness in his eyes. “They're coming to eat me! They're coming to eat me!”

Clutching his head, he laughed and wept. “Then who am I? Who am I? You're all lying to me, all of you! Muxing Zhi, He Fan, come save me, save me! Tell me, who am I? Who am I?”