Lin Yi got himself a cheat.
The data overflowed, and the cheat crashed.
When he opened his eyes again, the cheat was still there, but he had crossed over.
The Canglan Realm. An illegitimate son of the Lin family, with an ordinary spirit root.
At sixteen, he broke through to the innate realm, and a "Hall of Ten Thousand Forms" burst open in his sea of consciousness.
He had transmigrated with his cheat.
He could open the doors one by one by burning his soul.
Beyond the doors lay the Myriad Worlds.
Apocalyptic wastelands, monster-infested mountains, sword cultivator sects, deep-sea dragon lairs, ninth-tier abysses...
His true self ventured inside, brought back resources, killed strange creatures, refined them into external avatars, and added them to his compendium.
One world per page, a whole host of creatures on every page.
From then on, he had two faces.
In public, he was a rising star of the immortal path in the Canglan Realm.
His sword flashed like a rainbow, his manner was gentle, and he ranked first on the righteous path's prodigy list.
A once-in-a-century genius.
But hidden in a corner of his sea of consciousness, the compendium read:
Corpses, demons, dragons, gu, souls, fiends: all six categories were full.
Others cultivated the Dao, following a single path their entire lives.
He alone cultivated an entire arsenal of unorthodox paths.
He swept through the Myriad Worlds alone.
He stood alone at the summit of the righteous path.
Corpses, demons, dragons, gu, souls, fiends...
They were all loot from my dungeons, and they were all my... avatars.
A meaningless pile of words is like reading a text. You have to write a lot of words that can be summarized in a few psychological descriptions. There are no double quotes, which is tiring to read.
It's ok. Come on. Come on.
Don't look at it as poisonous