Secrets of Corpse Collection

In this cruel world of cultivation where corpses are everywhere and fairies and demons compete, death is not the end, but another form of "resource". Mainstream monks regard the remains of monks that are left undisposed of as filthy and ominous and avoid them. But there is a group of people who walk secretly in the shadows. They bend down in the dust and dance with death. They are called "corpse collectors". Ling You, a humble apprentice at Yizhuang in Deathstroke Town, was accidentally awarded the ancient book "The Secret Record of Collecting Corpses" on the verge of life and death. Since then, he has embarked on a path of cultivating immortality that is very different from ordinary people. From the remains of mortals to the remains of immortals, every corpse is his secret treasure. Observe the patterns on his clothing, observe the cause of his wounds and death, feel his residual breath, and identify his past and present lives. "Secret Records of Corpse Collecting" automatically records information on thousands of corpses and accumulates a treasure trove of priceless knowledge. The practice of absorbing the "innate death energy" extracted from the corpse has a solid foundation but slow progress; peeling off the remaining memory fragments and stealing the incomplete secrets of the skills; using bones as weapons and souls as servants, refining the ghost treasures and nourishing ghost servants in the underworld. Every step must be done on thin ice and the esoteric rituals must be adhered to. After collecting materials and refining the method, the body must be buried according to the ancient method of "Secret Records" to resolve obsessions and accumulate a small amount of "yin virtue". This is the key to counteracting the karma of ghosts and adhering to the bottom line of human nature. Collecting corpses is plundering, but also reverence; it is blasphemy, but also salvation. This is a dark fairy tale with a slow pace and full of details. There are no happy grudges here, only the cold reality and the accumulation of secrets; there is no bright and majestic land here, only the lonely path of walking alone in the shadows and drawing strength from death.