Cultivating Immortality in a Cursed World: I Practice Demonic Arts and Refine Human Pills

[Not dark + a beacon of righteousness + Cthulhu + righteous characters + corruption + a good master]

The world calls the righteous virtuous, while I, a demon, drink blood and roam; in the withered qi, I discern truth from lies, and with my blade I slay the “good” to awaken this murky world.

Righteous path? Demonic path? If you call me a demon, I’ll refine every last one of you into pills and eat you! Hahahahaha!

The first time I met my master, he treated me wonderfully and even let me eat my junior sister. Later, Master told me to refine him into a pill, too. To repay his kindness, I made his wish come true, refined him into a pill, and ate him!

This cultivation world is so interesting! The cultivators here are hideous, but I think they’re both adorable and delicious! And the strange, unfathomable path of cultivation is even better.

Spiritual energy has vanished, and the mighty cultivators rely on sinister energy to cultivate. But I cultivate with death energy and their corpses instead.

Refining them is how I repay them. Bringing them along to cultivate, live forever, and ascend to the upper realm is my righteous path!

When the mighty beings of the upper realm see me holding a soul banner that contains the souls of every cultivator in the lower realm, with death energy churning behind me, they’ll know they’re probably done for!

On the stage built from countless bones, I look at the audience of countless corpses across from me, then at my master beside me, whose body is covered in hundreds of millions of faces, and I smile.

Lin Aseng throws his head back and laughs maniacally. “Hahahahahaha! Master, look! We did it! We’ve become immortals! Hahahahaha!”