The Souls of the Dead Are Resurrected, and I Am Hunting for Souls in the World of Immortality.

An undead opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him was no longer the familiar modern city, but a world of immortality where danger and opportunity coexisted. But with that comes good news and bad news. The good news is: the necromancy skills practiced in the previous life are still available, and they can still fight no matter how powerful the monks are. But the bad news is: the magic required to power necromancy cannot be recovered naturally in this world? And because he couldn't gather spiritual power, he couldn't practice like other monks! None of this is a big deal, but what do you mean by that? You say... The monks are just pawns on a chessboard, and they can only passively climb up the cliffs gifted by others, and eventually become the nourishment of the world? It's ridiculous. Being worried all day long is an insult to your face as monks. All I know is that if I want to avoid being stepped on by others, I have to be the first to throw them off the cliff. When the body dies, the Tao disappears, and the spirit and soul are destroyed? What does that have to do with me? As long as I can make all things in the world bow down to me, even if it is the Creator who is above me, I will pull him down from the altar. So what if I can't practice? Gods who regard mortals as playthings, just wait... I'll be here soon.