[Transmigration + Dead from the Start + Decisive and Ruthless + No Goody-Two-Shoes + Living King of Hell + Slaughters His Way Through Everything + Pure Satisfaction]
Su Changming opened his eyes and found he had transmigrated.
He hadn't become a prince or a prodigy. He had become a corpse, nailed into a coffin with iron hooks, haunted by a demonic curse and covered in sinister horrors.
Anyone else would have lain flat and waited to die.
Not him.
He read bones and gathered corpses, refined human skin to view the map, and cultivated the Scripture of Suppressing Hell. Gripping the iron hooks driven through his collarbones, he hauled himself out of the coffin.
Other people's cultivation was insubstantial. His weight was real.
A hundred thousand jin, a million jin, ten million jin, a hundred billion jin, eight and a half trillion jin.
The laws of death in this world were all matters of belief: when the death-knell gong rang, you had to cover your ears; when the conceptual balance hook caught you, all your life's achievements became meat on the ghost market's scales.
From then on, this corpse had only one purpose: kill.
Demons and ghosts block his way, kill them.
Gods and Buddhas try to crush him, kill them.
Blood Rakshasas bind him, kill them.
Sinister horrors stand in his way, kill, kill, kill.
He slaughtered his way through Yin Mountain, wiped out Bone City, flattened the Ten Halls of Senluo, tore the Blood Rakshasas of the Ten Halls apart with his bare hands, crushed the Human-Skin Book of Life and Death, and killed his way beyond the Void Realm.
"With my weight, your wishy-washy tricks can't even make a sound."
The gods and Buddhas across the heavens lined up to await him.
He was the greatest living King of Hell in the entire underworld.
Now he's come to collect what you owe.
The coffin was filled with dead people, the collarbone was pierced by an iron hook, and evil started again. The protagonist does not practice immortality, but only practices the physical body. The ultimate physical body crushes all evil spirits. All laws of cause and effect are just paper in the face of absolute weight. Folk horror + starry sky corpse + flesh and blood cultivating immortals, the picture is explosive, the words are cruel, the chapters are slapped in the face, the excitement is dense
Good looking. Come on. Also, why is the evil dog Yin Shen in his left arm gone and refined?
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