Dreaming Through Many Cold Autumns

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator?
After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

"If you do not return to your rightful place, a Killing Calamity may descend, and we might be powerless to help you through it."


This was the third sentence and the last one.


After this sentence materialized, those words dispersed with the wind, leaving not a trace behind. Tan Shuchang, looking at this sudden emergence of words, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.


However, what did this "Mr. Chu" mean by asking him to return to his place?


Tan Shuchang only felt that these three lines of text, although abrupt and seemingly without reason, could not possibly be without cause, making it all the more perplexing for him.


"Cultivating immortality is dull, so he wants me to return to my place..."


"And if I do not return, a Killing Calamity will occur. Moreover, this calamity is something that even the All Ghostly Paths cannot help me overcome..."


"I seem... or rather, should I be very familiar with the All Ghostly Paths?"


268, putting the cart before the horse! The beginning of a bizarre game!