Cultivating the Dao, Starting with a Page of Black Paper

A treasure descended from the heavens, landing among the mountains as its radiance scattered in every direction. Su Mo transmigrated, and not only that, he had arrived as nothing but a soul. In a corner where no one was paying attention, he was stolen away. Fortunately, the treasure known as the Black Paper contained cultivation arts. With the arts recorded within it, Su Mo seized another's body. From then on, the cultivation world had one more nameless rogue cultivator. What! You say your cultivation arts are profound, beyond compare? Great, but in the next instant, they'll be mine. With the Black Paper at his side, copying and evolution could all be accomplished on a single sheet. From rogue cultivator to ancient patriarch, the years rolled by and the world changed. When Su Mo looked back, with the Great Dao by his side, he had already reached its end. (The early chapters are slower paced and focus mainly on traveling through the mortal world. Please read at your discretion.)