Two Realms, Nine Heavens: From the Start, I Fell from the Void

Life is slipping through my fingers, and the world is fading to black and white. Only the thing deep in my soul keeps pulsing, growing ever more ravenous and deafening, urging me on. The essence painstakingly cultivated by cultivators over a lifetime is stripped from them by me, and the souls they tempered over a hundred years are devoured without a trace. Their very existence becomes fuel to prolong my life and a ladder to the summit. With every devouring, my withered vitality stirs anew, and my stagnant cultivation advances. I know I'm dancing with the abyss. The blood seed has taken root and begun to sprout inside me. One day, it will bear bitter fruit: either it will replace me, or I will become it completely.