A World in Chaos: Cultivating Evil, Becoming a Fiend to Fight Violence with Violence

[No Female Lead] [Unorthodox Cultivator] [No Saintly Protagonist] [Neutral Faction] [Alternate World] Spiritual energy tore through the silent sky screen, but what descended was no immortal opportunity. It was Pandora's box.

When cultivation became a privilege reserved for the few, when the temptation of overnight riches far outstripped years of breathing exercises, and when order crumbled amid roars of beasts and rivers of blood, the words "unorthodox cultivator" became the most searing footnote of the age. Heart-devouring gu worms, withered bones rattling souls, flesh and blood forged into weapons, eerie shadows possessing bodies... Desire tore away the mask of humanity, absurdity trampled morality, and the mortal world had long since become a hunting ground where the strong preyed on the weak.

Zhang Zheng had once been the lowliest prey in that hunting ground, until death remade him into a walking abomination. An unnamed treasure cauldron hung over his brow, able to melt all things down for his use and shatter myriad arts into crystals. He had no grand ambition to save the world, and he disdained hypocritical righteousness. When those unorthodox cultivators wearing human skin devoured their own kind, had they ever spared a thought for the word "mercy"?

So, with his body of an abomination as the furnace and magical treasures and bizarre objects as fuel, he refined power beyond all reason in the treasure cauldron. He crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, not for the common people, but to make those fanatics lost in the unorthodox path understand:

Cultivate the unorthodox path? Fine.

But the price is that even the right to become an abomination will be crushed by his own hand.

This is no hero's epic, but the solitary march of an outsider answering violence with violence. In a fallen world, he carves out rules that belong to "Zhang Zheng": cold and bloody.