I Am the Source of Calamity, and I'll Slaughter My Way Through the Heavenly Dao!

[Dark Fantasy] [Dual Cultivation Systems] [Technology Meets Flesh] [Not a Feel-Good Story] [Not Invincible]

Cultivators flew on swords between towering technological skyscrapers.

Laser cannons and particle-beam weapons stood in neat rows atop ancient city walls.

This was a dazzling age. Cultivators and ordinary people alike could each find a path and profession suited to them.

Yet beneath all that prosperity, the world followed its usual course toward a single destination, without the slightest change.

But he, afflicted with a "madness," seemed like an anomaly in this world, bringing chaos to order and madness to reason.

Technological cities became kingdoms of flesh beneath his feet. Cybernetic weapons turned into twisted biological arms in his hands. Under his whispers, people who had followed the rules sank into madness, yet somehow maintained a bizarre kind of order.

Star mist swirled with every breath he took, while mortals heard the dead whisper. In his left hand he held a cybernetic horsetail whisk; in his right, a sword forged from flesh and bone. This was the apocalyptic path to godhood, where madness and order coexisted.

He was born from order and chaos, and bloomed amid technology and flesh.

He was a madman, yet rational; a sage, yet insane.