The day when my third uncle abolished my cultivation was the last time I knelt down.
I got a system.
It doesn't teach me to do good, it only teaches me to make sacrifices. Every life I kill with my own hands will become my cultivation.
It can transport me to other worlds. There are no living people in the doomsday wasteland, only endless zombies.
I killed there for a month and killed a hundred thousand people. When we returned to Xuanfeng City, it was still dark.
I stood on the roof of the Lin family ancestral hall, looking at the clan members who had taken away my father and mother's life savings, and suddenly felt very ridiculous.
They are still fighting over a vein of minerals.
