Travel Through Time and Become a Sacrifice? Burn Your Life First and Destroy the Village

This is not the human world. This is a slaughterhouse held captive by ghosts and gods. Above the clouds, twelve superior ghosts and gods sit upright. They are rules, disasters, and the fate that mortals cannot escape - time decays, burning in flames, drowning in the abyss, plague spreading, endless killing, famine everywhere... In the human world, there are twenty-four evil spirits walking around, controlling the joys and sorrows of mortal life - weddings, funerals, gambling, lawsuits, nightmares, and harvests, everything is in their hands. And those high-ranking cultivators are just the most loyal lackeys of ghosts and gods. They used human beings as sacrifices to refine the evil spirits, build the foundation with evil spirits, and prove the Tao with evil spirits. The stronger you are, the more fishy the blood on your hands, and the heavier the soul in your belly. What about mortals? Mortals are just cattle and sheep kept in a village. On the fifteenth day of every month, blood is bled to sacrifice to heaven; every autumn harvest, boys and girls are sacrificed; even the dead bones after death are dragged to be fed to ghosts, and they are not worthy of even a trace of peace. You never dare to ask what is outside the mountains. Your ancestors have been trapped in this despair for generations. All you know is: if you don't worship, you will starve to death; if you don't obey, the poisonous insects in your body will start from your internal organs and eat you into an empty shell inch by inch. This is the world I came from. And I, carrying the only way to survive—— life system. Kill ghosts and stay alive. Burn life, strengthen. Those who treat me as a sacrificial victim, a disposable ant, will probably never understand one thing: Hunters and prey are never destined. Starting today. The gods are animals, evil spirits are food, and cultivators are bait. It's me, here to keep you captive.