Any Cultivation Stories About Controlling Zombies? 有没有那种控制僵尸的,并且是修仙的
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Devouring Zombies in Another World 吞噬僵尸异界行
The Divine Land is vast and boundless. Above, imperial power reigns supreme; below, a hundred schools contend. There are also immortals seeking eternal life, and demons wreaking havoc. In this age of fierce contention, the soul of an ancient cultivator crosses into another world and becomes the heir of the Prince of Northern Yan. This heir has just been turned into a zombie by someone. Cultivators temper their acupoints with the stars, thread the Great Dao through their meridians, and refine the
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Immortal Cultivation: From the Start, I Ran a Coffin Shop and Refined Zombies 长生修仙:开局棺材铺炼僵尸
[Long-life cultivation + time-rewinding cloth + zombie refinement + unorthodox cultivation] After transmigrating to a vast world of immortal cultivation, Ji Changqing uses a time-rewinding cloth to repeatedly return to his youth, improve his aptitude, and make up for his shortcomings. He refines numerous zombies to protect his path, and ultimately becomes an immortal ancestor. “This spirit herb hasn’t been growing long enough... Time-Rewinding Cloth, speed it up by a hundred years...” “Why is th
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Becoming a Zombie Ancestor 成僵做祖
On the otherworldly Qianyuan Continent, sects abound: the Daoist sects, the demonic sects, the Buddhist schools, and the heretical cults are locked in endless conflict. A little zombie refuses to accept his fate. Battling through every obstacle and cutting a bloody path through a world in chaos, he becomes the Zombie Ancestor of his age.
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The Immortal Dynasty of Corpse Controllers 控尸仙朝
[Fantasy + power struggles + corpse control and leveling up + corpse refining + patience + dark fantasy] Legend has it that in ancient times, there was once a Corpse Emperor. He commanded a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a million corpse soldiers under his banner. Wherever they went, no living thing remained. The Heavenly Dao punished him, and the art was erased completely, vanishing for ten thousand years. No one could have imagined that it would return to the world. Fewer still c
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