A Brain? Why Would I Need One with an Ancestral Shaman's Body?

Zhou Mo transmigrated. He transmigrated into the corpse of someone whose SSS-rank True Dragon Blood talent had been extracted, then dumped in the wilderness to be left for monsters to devour. Zhou Mo: “Hey, isn't this the same script as Huang? Awesome!” But the moment he transmigrated, Lady Pingxin discovered him. “Oh, you took over a corpse? Has another loophole in the cycle of reincarnation opened up?” Zhou Mo dropped to his knees. “Greetings, Your Ladyship!” Lady Pingxin had planned to repair the loophole, but when she looked up, she saw a golden crow feather replacing the sun and illuminating the world. The calamity of the Lich War had left her deeply displeased, so she changed her mind. “You. Go kill a golden crow and hang it in the sky.” “I grant you the bloodline of an Ancestral Shaman. After you die, you'll serve as a ghost officer in the Underworld.” Zhou Mo: “In life, I belong to Your Ladyship. In death, I'll be Your Ladyship's ghost!” And so, a god of slaughter was born. The Yao: “What's going on? This human kills Yao just to eat them?” Humanity: “What's going on? This god of slaughter kills people just because he feels like it?” The Dragon Clan: “What do you mean, you need a mount, so our Dragon Clan has to be your mount?” The Phoenix Clan: “Nirvana is our natural talent. You really aren't suited for it!” The Myriad Races: “How about we join forces? If we don't, it'll be too late!” One man threw the entire Myriad Races into chaos. His body was incredibly powerful, and he controlled the laws of the earth. Standing on the ground made him invincible! He wasn't afraid of death, and the Myriad Races trembled in fear. Golden Crow: “You killed me just so you could hang me up in the sky?”