[Warning: You have been bound to the Otherworld Survival System]
[Revives remaining: 3/3]
[Rule One: Do not step on any black gravel.]
[Rule Two: When the dense fog surges, do not take a deep breath.]
[Rule Three: No matter whose voice calls your name, no matter what you hear behind you, never turn around.]
Ten billion people around the globe have been forced to log in to this cultivation wasteland, silent for a thousand years.
There is no spiritual energy, no immortal arts, only ubiquitous paranormal rules and three lives.
Use up all three, and your body will vanish, erased from the world.
Everyone thought this was a survival game on hell difficulty.
Until they spotted a young man in plain-colored immortal robes standing atop the highest ruin.
The wind could not move him. The fog dared not touch him. The paranormal entities went around him.
"Is that an NPC?"
"No." Fang Yan pushed up his glasses. "He's the only god in this world."
Xiao Heng, an ancient Nascent Soul cultivator, has been trapped in this wasteland of the End of Magic for a thousand years, waiting for a young woman trapped in the deepest part of the haunted realm.
And every mission undertaken by the ten billion players around the globe is helping him break the seal.
