Wild Cultivator from Another World: Beginning with Heavenly Collapse and Becoming a Myth

"Fuck! What kind of immoral thing dug up my grave?" Ling Mie woke up from the pain. The back of my head felt like lead had been poured into it, my temples were pounding, and the bones in my body felt sore from being run over three times by a truck. He struggled to open his eyes, and in his blurred vision, the first thing he saw was a gray sky with a few clouds that looked like his former boss's face. Then, he lowered his head and saw under him - half of the rotten bones, white and stained with a bit of suspicious black mold. "..."