Ying Changtian

[No System + Traditional Fantasy + Slow Burn + A Different Kind of Cultivation World + One Female Lead + No Self-Sacrifice + Martial Arts and Swordsmanship]

Zhao Xianfeng lay on his back, gazing up in silence at the two bright moons in the sky, unchanged since time immemorial.

Whether you call it reincarnation or taking over someone else’s body, he had indeed been given a second life.

He raised his head and extended his index and middle fingers, first pointing at his own eyes, then at the two moons overhead. He gave a feigned, mocking smile.

There was something fascinating about this world.

When thirty-six flowers bloomed in the Yellow Court, an old Daoist merely opened his eyes, and a second, brand-new sun appeared in the mortal realm.

At Mount Sumeru, the destined were saved. A suffering monk who had wandered the world for three thousand years wished for everyone to attain Buddhahood, free from all suffering.

A sword’s aura drew near as duckweed drifted down. After spending far too long away from the mortal realm, a gaunt man finally took hold of that sword. It cleaved open the sky screen and severed the passage of time.

The cave-heaven of the Mountain and Sea Ruins opened. The former emperor of the world and sovereign of the demon race returned to the mortal realm, but his heart was dead. He sat upon a lotus throne and became the new Heaven.

Immortals above the clouds wielded spells that fell like rain, while martial artists of the jianghu struck with fists as mighty as dragons.

“My name is Zhao Xianfeng, and I’m here to... cut people down.”

And at the very end,

the young man who had climbed out of a heap of corpses whistled, a saber and sword crossed at his waist, and carved a glorious tomorrow for the mortal realm.