When you grow up in this world, you learn to question one thing above all else. Our existence… What is the inherent meaning of it? What is our purpose?

Life can be the cruelest thing for one moment and unexpectedly generous the next, repeating this cycle without end. Always remaining indifferent, like a wheel spinning without reason or intent, landing wherever it happens to fall. Yet it is precisely this indifference and the absence of inherent meaning or purpose in life, that can be seen as beautiful, because it leaves meaning and purpose in your hands alone, something you must create for yourself.

But what happens when a man has become so broken that he becomes blind to this truth? 

Instead, he has convinced himself of the madness, that existence itself is a flaw, an impurity that should never have been. What follows next is not understanding, but destruction. He no longer seeks meaning, purpose or the trival vanities that life offers. Instead, he seeks erasure, not only of himself, but of all things.

That man is Wu Zhe.

He is a man who has lived two lives, one as a mortal on Earth, the other as the strongest being in Yunluo. Feared by all, entire realms united to bring an end to his madness. Alone, he stood against them all, facing the collective might of countless realm, and in the end, he perished.

But death was not his end.

Reborn into yet another world, he rises once more, casting aside all restraints. Through any means necessary, no matter how vile he must become, he pursues a single, unimaginable goal, the annihilation of all existence.

Witness a man consumed by his own madness, slaughtering his way to his heaven.

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Another day later, Huo Jian received the forged IDs. With everything prepared, the three of them headed toward the city gate.


Huo Jian stepped forward nervously, taking out his ID and holding it out in front of the soldier.


The guard examined it closely, his eyes narrowing.


Huo Jian let out a quiet sigh of relief. As he passed through the gate, followed closely by the other two.


As they entered, they found themselves once again in the cultivator district. However, unlike their previous visit at night, they had not truly taken the time to observe the district, and now, in full daylight, its details became far clearer. Though sun was already beginning its descent toward night, the streets still felt bright and open, lit by some lingering light. Compared to the rest of the city, this district was noticeably more luxurious and clean.


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