Zheng Yi transmigrated into a world of immortal cultivation, where he achieved nothing and ended up a lowly rogue cultivator.
Every so often, he would transmigrate to an apocalyptic world, where the blood moon hung overhead, zombies roamed, and vengeful spirits ran rampant…
It was practically paradise for demonic cultivators.
Kill zombies, refine vengeful spirits, devour ghosts, and consume corpse pills. His cultivation shot up, and not only was he spared heavenly punishment, his progress was ridiculously fast. Where was the justice in that?
Zheng Yi could only yell, “This makes no scientific sense!”
Then he turned around, returned to the cultivation world, sold his residence rights in the immortal city, and fled to the Demon Domain in the middle of the night.
The Soul-Seizing Sect, the Corpse-Raising Sect, the Heavenly Demon Cult, the Soul-Devouring Path… Demonic sects, here I come!
Roaring with excitement, Zheng Yi eagerly threw himself into the arms of the many infamous demonic sects.
Soul-seizing banners, spirit-summoning formations, Black Fiend Arts, corpse-raising techniques… Zheng Yi devoted himself to studying demonic cultivation methods.
Other people who cultivate demonic arts either get killed by the righteous sects or are struck dead by heavenly punishment and thunderbolts.
But I cultivate demonic arts in the name of Heaven’s justice, and earn immeasurable merit.
One day, Zheng Yi deployed three hundred and thirty thousand soul-seizing banners, commanded a million evil spirits, and controlled a hundred thousand celestial corpses. With demonic energy surging sky-high, he surrounded the righteous sects’ holy ground.
The mighty cultivators of both the righteous and demonic paths were left dumbfounded.
Together, they cried out, “You demon! Why hasn’t Heaven struck you dead?”
“This makes no scientific sense!”
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