“Dark Cultivation” + “No System” + “Decisive and Ruthless” + “No Female Lead” + “Strategic Scheming”
After a car accident, Lin Mo wakes up to find himself sealed in a corpse and trapped in the corpse grounds of the Three Immortals Sect. He has become a dead corpse, at the mercy of anyone who wants to refine him, sell him, or drain his essence.
In this sect, cultivators use corpses as tools, souls as fuel, and yin essence as food. Everyone squeezes every last bit of value from the “dead.” Yet Lin Mo somehow manages to preserve a sliver of himself inside the coffin.
He can sense lingering souls and devour fragmented thoughts, using other people’s deaths to keep himself alive, bit by bit.
How can he break free, and how can he use the path of the corpse to attain the Dao? As the saying goes:
The corpse path stretches wide beneath the immortal road; ten thousand souls fall silent as the Dao is proved.
A mountain of white bones opens the imperial gates; arrayed spirits shatter the heavenly pivot.
Mysteries lie hidden in my withered bones; a thousand years in the netherworld refine my true self.
Do not say a mortal body cannot claim the summit: behold the Corpse Immortal who rules the firmament.
