With an Undying Body, I Suppressed the Mortal World for Five Hundred Years

Wu Yu lives in an age of chaos. Outside the city, bones lie exposed in the wilderness and the starving litter the land.

Rivers run dry, cooking fires go out, and a thousand miles of scorched earth tear at the heart.

When he slays the powerful, he crushes the family records of corrupt officials beneath his heel. His blade has once carved through the necks of eighteen Shadow Guards.

He never uses a knife to remove merfolk pearls. He simply thrusts two fingers into their gills and crushes their throat bones.

The imperial mausoleum's coffin bearers suddenly fall to their knees. The demonic blade that slaughtered its way through the entire capital fifty years ago is now in Wu Yu's hand.

"Back then, you buried the dead."

"The one crawling out now is a ghost who changes the fate of the living."