Creepy Cultivation: I Become a God with Rule-Bending Powers

(Not invincible, not brainless, not a harem, pseudo-System. Enter with caution if your Dao heart is weak.)

Shh...

When you see these words, don't make a sound.

The claws of this world covet your throat and mine. The memory-eating demons lurk in the past, while the name-devouring monsters wait for you to speak their true names.

Raindrops flowing upstream, beings without flesh and blood, gazes that are everywhere: to exist is to profane the world.

So from this moment on, put on the skin of a cultivator, cast off your useless tongue, and play the part of a devout seeker of the Dao. Go and praise the world's inevitable demise. When you reach a place where there is no proper burial for you, you will become the end of "them."

By the way, I am Zhou Bulao. Zhou as in "thorough," Bulao as in "getting something for nothing." I'm just an immortal swordsman who lives up to my name. I neither love people nor hate them, and I have my own pastimes.

(First appears in Chapter 57, and is the protagonist's most frequently used alias.)

An overly serious synopsis: Yan An, the last spark of an esper world, was reborn in the cultivation world after the Great Tide.

With exceptional comprehension, a legacy in his hands, and the script of destiny at his disposal, he was still brought to ruin by villains, who devoured every last bit of his Golden Core.

With no memories, he cast aside his old name.

With no darkness, he discarded his torch.

With no lucidity, he put his faith in pain.

With no throat, he kept silent.

The rain of silent words.

The memory-eating demon.

The name-devouring monster.

The bone-knocking hunger.

Pain became a divine miracle, and misery belonged to everyone.

A vanished sect.

Eyes behind him.

Light gazed up from the abyss.

The mirror spoke: You are us.