The Strongest Cultivator

A man trampled through thorny brush, a gigantic scarlet sword strapped to his back. Towering a head above ordinary men, his mighty form was etched against the blood moon like a demon.

His filthy gray robe was slashed with gashes by the bizarre, razor-sharp thorns. Ahead, the ancient road yawned like an abyss ready to devour the unwary, its dark mists heralding death.

Lin Huang turned and gave a cold look behind him, then stepped into the darkness at the far end of the ancient road.

This is a cultivation world with a twisted protagonist.