Eighteen Years of Secluded Cultivation at a Taoist Temple, Then Speedrunning the Supernatural World

Ever since those things came back to life, people were no longer people, and gods were no longer gods. From the first night after Gu Yuan was reborn as a baby and arrived in another world, he knew how terrifying this place was. For eighteen years, he cultivated in seclusion, never daring to slack off for even a moment. All he wanted was to study, recite the scriptures, cultivate, and do his best to stay alive. But when the old calendar turned to its final page, a silhouette that should not have existed emerged from the coastal fog. At the mountaintop temple, the abbot smashed his wooden fish. Black fluid streamed from his empty eye sockets, soaking his robes. In the unknown abyss, gods and Buddhas reached out their tentacles. At night, when he opened the window, the clouds on the horizon looked like the irises of enormous eyes. After he turned off the lights, a faint dragging sound seemed to cling to his ears. Someone tried to record it all, but their pen began drawing writhing tentacles on its own. In the black mist seeping through the crack beneath the door, familiar faces seemed to float. The whispers of ancient gods. Things beyond comprehension. The Heavenly Dao's fall. Myth turned to nightmare. They sank forever into the deep sea, then surfaced through anchors to ravage the human world. As doomsday descended and the sky began to fall, Gu Yuan, who had only wanted to scrape by, finally took a stand of his own accord. “Heaven is dead, and the Yellow Heaven shall rise. I, Daoist Gu Yuan, call upon the ancient gods to die!” [Uncanny rules + twisted gods and Buddhas + Cthulhu + the sea of consciousness]