[Anti-routine cultivation, alien protagonist, ethnic war, worldview subversion] After a bowl of centipede soup, two moving dark gold tattoos crawled out of my back.
The whole town pointed at me and called me a monster, and the government offered a reward of twenty taels for my head.
I fled into the mountains, only to realize that the world had changed a long time ago - mountain beasts went crazy after eating strange fungi, and my "strange disease" was actually the "centipede ancestral blood" that had been lost for hundreds of years.
On the night when I was about to die, the phantom of a ten-thousand-foot-long centipede entered my dream, imprinting the nine-layered technique of "One Hundred Feet on the Mortal Path" into my mind.
The body is covered with bone armor, making it difficult to be harmed by swords; the poison glands are hidden and will kill you if touched.
The human race cannot tolerate me, and the demon race sees me as food.
Until the spiderweb-covered woman said to me: "In this world, 'insect-turned-people' like us can only survive by staying together."
I crushed the pursuer's compass and looked at the "inhuman" people in the Earth Alliance - those with carapace on their backs, those with strange compound eyes, and those with pincers on their arms.
It turns out that on the road to immortality, the first thing to be shed is the "human heart" that has become useless.
"From today on,"
The bones in my back were pierced out of my body, glowing with a cold light under the moon.
"I'm not a demon or a human being."
"I am the centipede lineage, the last emperor."
