Hou Ziling died. For a cultivator, death was not the end, but the beginning of an even more absurd game.
He fell into a killing game called "Reincarnation." Here, the game assigned players to kill aliens hiding in the cultivation world. The so-called laws of Heaven were nothing but threads manipulated between the fingers of the players behind the scenes. Every soul struggling to survive was merely a pawn on a board, convinced it could choose its own path. They cried, laughed, and defied Heaven, unaware that every step followed a predetermined course, until death brought it all to an end.
But Hou Ziling was different. The bloodline of a Drought Demon Golden Corpse flowed through his veins. He followed the path of the zombie, using blood as his guide. Through repeated cycles of life and death, he tempered his bloodline and glimpsed the truth amid endless slaughter.
He had never wanted merely to survive.
He wanted to overturn the board and make the one sitting high above it see clearly.
This time, whose piece would be moved, and whose life would be lost?
