Game of Thrones: I Devour the Undead, and I Am the North’s Only God

[Game of Thrones + Immortal Cultivation + Demonic Cultivation + No Romance] Become a god after transmigrating? No, first I devoured an entire undead horde. Mo Ran, once the Nine Nether Demon Lord who devoured countless immortals and demons, was reduced to ashes beneath the heavenly tribulation, only to fall by chance into the frozen hell of Game of Thrones. Here, he became a being more terrifying than the White Walkers. He possessed the cultivation world’s supreme demonic art, the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Art. Wights were his nourishment, the White Walkers’ soul-flames were fuel for his advancement, and even the devout prayers of the red priestesses became kindling for his divine fire. When the Long Night descended and all life withered: Melisandre witnessed his figure in the holy flames and cried out fervently, “He is the dark side of the Lord of Light, the savior foretold by prophecy!” Jon Snow fought by his side, yet shivered from head to toe in the city of the dead. “He brings order, but devours souls... Is he the god who will end the Long Night, or the demon who will bring eternal silence?” And Daenerys, the Dragon Mother who crossed the sea with three demonic dragons, had a familiar hatred burning in her eyes. She was the very junior sister from the cultivation world who had personally cast Mo Ran into the abyss in his previous life! As the undead army bowed at his feet and the Ice Throne was reforged for him, Mo Ran looked down over the entire world. He devoured the Night King and became the North’s one and only god. But just then, the sky shattered, revealing the cold, mechanical “Hall of Reincarnation” beyond... This so-called epic was nothing more than a cruel experiment conducted in a higher dimension.