Steal power by possessing ghosts, and use corpses as stepping stones. Every step on this path of cultivation falls upon rotting flesh.
The blood mist over Heishan Town had not yet cleared when Lin Mo realized the world had changed. Livestock were mysteriously withering away, night flutes were summoning souls and stealing spirits, and neighbors were turning into ashen, animated corpses... To stay alive, one had to rely on the "ghosts" that possessed and devoured the bones of the living!
In this purgatory where the living and the dead were hard to tell apart, Lin Mo struggled on with just one thought: survive.
Cool as ice and ruthless as a blade, he fought through one ghostly disaster and one human heart after another. He defeated ghost servants and seized their ghosts, using new ghosts to keep the old ones in check and building a fragile balance within his body. His strength grew atop piles of corpses, while the corruption sank deeper into his marrow. He gathered the scattered "fragments of rules" throughout the world, yearning for greater power to delay his decay, unaware that the act of collecting them was itself a signpost leading to the abyss.
Through thousands upon thousands of years, the cycles of reincarnation never ceased. When ten thousand ghosts possessed him, the fragments came together, and the extinct throne lay within reach, a monstrous tide of ghostly energy surged into the sky, and memories suppressed for countless millennia awoke with a roar!
It turned out he was not someone seeking to survive. He was the very "Ghost of Annihilation" whom the "Perfected Ones" had sealed for all eternity and tried to erase!
Every fragment scattered, every ghost servant's cultivation, every act of gathering power and ascending the throne... it was all part of the death mill the "living" had painstakingly built for him, repeating the process ten million times over! The day he reached the summit would be the day the soul-suppressing chains fell! The truth was colder than ice that had lain for ten thousand years, piercing him to the bone and heart. The cycle of reincarnation and suppression had lasted for millions of years, all to erase him completely. He would not vie for the place of a ghost or god, nor covet the fruits of the Great Way.
This time, all he wanted was to break the shackles of reincarnation, shed his ghostly form, taste a bowl of porridge from the human world, and bask in... the sun that shines on the living.
