Stealing Luck, Starting from Traveling Through Time and Becoming a Human Being, Starting to Cultivate Immortality

Yang Wei had a nightmare. In the city in an urn, countless heads swarm like maggots; under the ice field, whispers of demonic voices fill the ears; deep in the blood, the curse of fate quietly awakens; a shadowless forest hangs upside down in the quicksand; illusory monsters born for the pursuit of truth; A madman who makes swords out of human beings, a fanatic who uses flesh and blood to feed creatures, a shepherd who feeds people in the palm of his hand, who fights in the name of justice until the last drop of blood is shed, and countless calculations that spread out a big net of cause and effect, filling the world with things that look like humans but are not human. But he is not afraid, because he has eyes, a mouth, two faces and four arms like a god. He can tear apart space with a clap of his hands, and he is invincible with a clenched fist. No matter how enemies came like a tide, they were all defeated by him. . He thought he was invincible in the world, Until he looked up and saw the moon slowly turning around and spitting out its long scarlet tongue at him. When the immortal arrives, there is an endless wail. Yang Wei woke up suddenly, soaked in cold sweat. Beneath him was an unfamiliar broken bed, with a rough linen mattress that was painfully hard. But why... Is this bed so similar to the one I was lying on at the beginning of the dream? [Anti-routine Dark Cultivation] [Indescribable] [Rule System] [Time and Space Reincarnation] [Doomsday]