Code of All Realms: I Rewrite the Rules of the Game and Become a God

The biting coldness receded like a tide, followed closely by the intense burning pain that exploded from the depths of the skull cavity and the suffocating sense of huge nothingness. Lin Mo opened his eyes suddenly. Sweat instantly soaked into his forehead and slid down his temples, giving him a real cold touch. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, and every inhalation felt like he was swallowing hot gravel, and his throat was filled with the smell of rusty blood. The aftertaste of death was like the coldest poisonous snake, wrapping around his heart. He is "dead".