[Cthulhu] + [Misunderstandings]
Other cultivators fear losing Sanity Points. I cultivate immortality and just want to die already.
A Great Old One’s tentacles slam into me and snap from the recoil. Its mental pollution floods my mind and automatically turns into a mosaic.
Kneeling amid the severed flesh of the avatar of Tai Sui, I howl at the sky: Why?! Why can’t I die?!
Cultivators across the world weep as they set up longevity tablets in my honor: “Senior Li entered the game with his own life and pitied all living beings. He is truly a living god!”
The more I want to die, the faster my cultivation rises. In the end, even the Heavenly Dao can’t kill me.
Worse still, Si Qinghan, the Daoist sect’s saintess, interprets every one of my attempts to get myself killed as a great act of compassion to save all living beings.
The entire Qingxiao Sect weeps and calls me Senior, kneeling to kowtow as they chase after me all the way to the mass grave, begging me to fill it.
Li Wuwang just wants to ask one thing: Is there anything in this world that can actually kill me?
There is.
In the Immortal-Burial Mausoleum of the Upper Realm, the ineffable Dao Ancestor.
