In his previous life, the Corpse King tore him apart. The last words he heard before dying were, “Sorry, brother.”
After he was reborn, a streak of golden light split open the grave mound of his grandfather.
“Tianshi Dao lineage System successfully bound.”
Chen Jiujin stood up, brushed the dirt off his knees, and smiled.
In this life, he would no longer be a stepping stone for someone else.
He would become the one who dug the grave of the apocalypse. Core selling point: Zombies evolve death-qi armor that renders guns and cannons useless. Only Taoist arts can break through it. When technology fails, the legacy of the ancestors becomes humanity's last trump card.
