This world is home to demons and monsters. Buddhas dwell in temples, qi refiners soar among the clouds, and martial artists stand atop the mountains.
The living are sealed in coffins and made into nourishment for corpse refining. Yinghuo demons corrupt the minds of men until flesh and bone alike are consumed. Evil cultivators slaughter ordinary people without restraint, seeking supreme transcendence between life and death.
My name is Song Zheng. I have been locked in a long struggle with my future selves.
Song Zheng of the Corpse Refining Sect, Song Zheng of the Buddhist faith, Song Zheng of the Imperial Dao Bureau...
Deep within my consciousness, my future selves have died in countless different ways.
The future corpse of a mountain covets my body.
That day, I looked up at the sky and saw countless cultivators streaking through the air in a grand procession.
Then I knew it was time to lay down some rules for these cultivators.
Three stars is almost the same. There are two shortcomings. One is that cross-border battles are too casual and there is no sense of tension. They almost say they are dangerous and disappear in seconds. The second is that sometimes it is very stream of consciousness. It was originally a good substitute, but the sense of substitution is gone.
It's a pity to throw away tasteless food
Good. Very pretty,
Not bad, very good
I can read it, but it's not attractive enough. The rest of it is too bland and there is no main line. I suggest the author write an outline first, and then the combat power becomes vague.
It's okay, no big problem