A Pathological World. A shrill scream exploded across the vast wasteland. Clad in black robes, Chu Mu emanated a thick aura of ill omen.
He raised an arm, a Grievance Soul seized in his palm. Though he relied only on the strength of his flesh, this Grievance Soul, whose power had reached the third tier, could not break free in the slightest and could only shriek miserably.
After a moment, he flexed his fingers slightly, and the Grievance Soul trapped in his grasp was utterly obliterated.
With a sweep of his sleeve, he dispersed the dense Yin Qi left behind by the Grievance Soul's annihilation. He looked up at the dim heavens, his eyes carrying a trace of contemplation.
Since he had accidentally arrived in this unfamiliar world, nearly a year had passed.
He had also gained a general understanding of this world.
This was a world thoroughly warped by alien transformation. Its rules had been distorted, the world itself corroded, and all heaven and earth filled with absurdity and strangeness.
Over the past year, he had set foot in countless places and seen many traces left behind by intelligent beings.
Cities, villages, fortresses, sects...
Yet without exception, all lay ruined and desolate. Nor had he seen the presence of a single intelligent being.
Everywhere he went, there were only countless mindless ghostly evils.
By all reason, in this world, no matter what kind of being it was—even an unyielding stone—once its power reached a certain level, it would inevitably develop spirituality and give birth to intelligence.
That was an inevitability under the rules.
Yet in this world, beneath its distorted rules, that inevitability had become another extreme inevitability.
He had once personally captured a Grievance Ghost whose power had reached the peak of the fourth tier. In the Cultivation