[Secret identities / sweet on the outside, dark within / villain male lead / sickly beauty / feigned amnesia]
Shen Qingwu, a thousand-year-old ghost cultivator from the cultivation world, had taken countless lives and was struck by ninety-nine bolts of heavenly lightning until his soul scattered.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a frail young man on the Edmis Continent, too weak to hurt a fly, lying at the edge of the continent’s most dangerous Class A rift, unarmed and on the brink of death.
The good news: his foundations in ghost cultivation remained.
The bad news: he had only one ten-thousandth of his former strength.
The good news: he was bound to a cultivation System and immediately drew an SSR skill: Clone Technique.
The bad news: the System was a cowardly chatterbox that only knew how to say, “Sure thing!”
His only chance of survival was to cling to Lu Tinglan, the devoted caretaker who had taken him in. Shen Qingwu lowered his lashes, hiding the murderous intent and schemes of a thousand-year-old ghost cultivator beneath the fragile facade of a porcelain doll. In a soft voice, he said, “My name is Ayan... I don’t remember anything else.”
No one knew that the trembling remains of a divine body deep within the rift were waiting for him; that the eerie beings sleeping in the restricted zone were waiting for him; that the S-class pioneer “Jin,” adored by countless viewers on live streams, was waiting for him; and that the abyss-level entity “Thousand Faces: Nameless” was waiting for him.
Every “him” loved him deeply. Every “him” was himself.
Until one day, all his secret identities appeared at once on a live stream, turning their weapons on the sickly beauty whom everyone had been protecting so carefully. Only then did the General Administration of Anomaly Control realize:
The one they had welcomed into their midst was never a divine idol.
He was the Evil God himself.
