The Corpse God Just Wants to Live in Peace

The ancient Heavenly Emperor rules over all things. The God of Death swings his scythe, while the world-ending Kunpeng blots out the sky and sun...

Xu Shi takes one step forward, and behind him the phantom of the Corpse God looms across the sky:

“I hear you’re the ruler of this world?”

“Don’t get cocky. Do you think you’re still yourself? Hahahaha!”

“You poor wretch. You’re nothing but a poor wretch yourself!”

On the Godstar, the strong shine like the blazing sun, while the weak are helpless meat on a chopping block!

The gifted! The martial artists! Ordinary people struggling to survive!

Eleven gods, two hundred and three beasts, four hundred and ninety-nine ghosts!

Who will rise to the highest throne?

The youth once said frankly: “I just want to live in peace!”