Cultivation: Starting with a Preview of My Death

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a grand dream. Jiang Yan foresees the future through death and manipulates the heavenly secrets through dreams. After waking from one dream, a strange fleshy cocoon appeared in the center of his palm. It set him on the path of cultivation, while also revealing that the world had become eerily terrifying. He was repeatedly killed by these horrors, only to return to the past again and again through the fleshy cocoon. Other cultivators roam the nine heavens, their swords pointed toward immortality. But his cultivation has trapped him between the past and the future. He cannot die, for every death is a dream. He cannot live, for every dream is a rehearsal of his future death. Years later, Jiang Yan had lost count of how many times he had died and how many times he had lived. He remembered just one thing: use a cleaver to kill a chicken, a dragon-slaying blade to slay a dragon; and if you can't win, stab yourself first.