The Sea of Suffering Is Boundless: Cultivating Immortality, Lovecraftian Style

The first half of Song Wuxian's life was a badly received, protagonist-torturing story.

Orphaned young, old before his time, he clawed his way upward one bloody step at a time.

Born with nothing, he could only fight for everything, yet people mocked him for having a sullied heart and being a born wretch.

Even his mother, who died young, became a subject of idle gossip.

After three hundred years of cultivation, he still couldn't overcome the protagonist's destiny.

Abandoned by everyone, he stood alone atop a lonely cliff, and at last remembered the cheat he had tried so hard to forget.

"Everyone, there are limits to being human." Song Wuxian, condemned by the Immortal Dao as a demon cultivator, finally showed his first genuine smile.

"So stop being human, everyone. This world is nothing but a great dream. It's time to wake up."

As soon as the words fell, several Dao Lords stained with Song Wuxian's blood and flesh instantly ascended, and immortals with four wings and two heads burst forth.

"I've attained the Dao!"

"I've attained the Dao!"

Everyone sought the Dao, and everyone rejoiced.

The sea of suffering is boundless. Lovecraftian cultivation.

Blurb two

Few understand me. Who will hear when my strings break?

Since there is no one who understands me, there is no need to restring this instrument.

Writing a crematorium story to follow the trend.

Warning: The male lead came from a Lovecraftian world.

Theme: Few understand me. Who will hear when my strings break?