New novel: From Finding a Dao Heart to Becoming the Overlord of an Immortal Sect!
In the final years of the Great Zhou, officialdom was corrupt, the Eerie ran rampant, and the people suffered.
Yet the great figures kept saying that a final golden age of cultivation was just around the corner.
Where was this golden age?
Was it the cured meat hanging beneath the eaves of a funeral home, or the forbidden recipes that whispered in the dead of night?
Was it the strange scriptures chanted by the bone beads in a peddler’s polished bracelets,
or the malicious cultivation method that had once drawn Heaven’s wrath, recorded on a bloodstained piece of human skin in the county yamen?
Carve flesh to prolong life, nurture Eerie beings to borrow their power, open your belly to plant medicine.
In the fading light of martial cultivation’s final days,
Xu Ye’an bowed respectfully to the piles of bones. “Corpse Venerable, teach me how to live forever!”
They were willing to teach!
And Xu Ye’an was willing to learn.
He began to understand everything.
One day, later on:
“Fairy, prepare to die!”
“You brat, there are so many graves here. We can each dig our own. Are you looking for trouble?”
“Hey, hey, hey, Fairy, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m killing you because I simply want to worship you as my corpse master! Please don’t be so unreasonable.”
“I’ll bury your ancestors eight generations deep! Prepare to die!”
A moment later, Xu Ye’an held up her beautiful head and bowed respectfully.
Though the fairy died with her eyes wide open, she wore a smile as she passed on her corpse-digging skills to him.
Fairies alive: irritable and quick-tempered (X)
Fairies dead: selfless and patient (√)
What a wonderful mentor and friend!
“He must never attain the Dao!”
The esoteric sects, Dharma sects, Luo sects, dynasties, and cultivators across the entire world reached a consensus.
The last Imperial Venerable of the dark age of declining cultivation should not be such a terrifying madman!
I lost interest as soon as I saw the mental illness at the beginning. I don't know why I like stories with mental illness at the start. One or two might be novel, but the novelty wears off quickly, and all I feel is that they've run out of ideas.
Let's talk about some numerical issues
The author's premise is acceptable, but he seems to lack a grasp of certain numerical values. First, there's the resurrection of corpses behind the mortuary, mentioning a million—no, a million corpses? How many people live in a county? Even if you calculate it over a hundred years, it would still be 10,000 deaths per year.
The author writes in a slightly bizarre way, and the protagonist isn't quite insane enough.
I thought it was going to be a creepy horror story, but instead it just pointed to a rock and said, "This rock is terrifying! It's scared the hell out of me!" It's so frustrating.
If you can't write about mental illness, don't try. It's incredibly awkward, even though the plot is decent. Any other type of protagonist would be better than your mentally ill one; it's so cringeworthy.
What does this say?
I have absolutely no idea what this is all about. I thought it would be scary with the resurrection of corpses, but then there's this Cthulhu thing and some weird cured meat—it's all a jumbled mess. And the protagonist is mentally unstable; I don't understand what he's even doing. I've been completely baffled for dozens of chapters.
The supporting characters became increasingly idiotic as the story progressed. They knew the protagonist was invincible yet still provoked him, and not only did they try to take his things, but they also made exaggerated, exaggerated noises that were utterly ridiculous.
The combination of a pure heart and a bizarre resurrection seems pretty good, as long as it doesn't get too involved with that woman. The plot has been sloppy ever since she appeared in the story.
It's said that abandoning sagehood and wisdom is even more powerful, but it hasn't been demonstrated at all.
It's getting a bit boring. All these strange things are conscious and even more powerful, which doesn't show any advantage of abandoning sagehood and wisdom.
Idiot literature is only for idiots; it requires no brains and lacks logic.