Returning to Earth with Supreme Cultivation

He was once a god of slaughter who bathed the stars in blood. Now he lies on the hard bed in a rented room.

His phone buzzes with a property fee notice and a desperate text from his first love: "Young Master Zhou is forcing me to drink with him..."

When the thugs downstairs bang on his door to collect protection money, Lin Mo opens it and freezes time in an instant.

The air conditioner drips, suspended in midair. Splinters of wood hang motionless like amber.

He pulls a kitchen knife from the wardrobe and lightly taps its tip against a thug's brow.

The next day's news reports a bizarre murder: "The victim had no external injuries. The coroner says his brain vaporized in an instant."