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!

His mind was completely focused inward at this moment.


Beside the Shenshu Celestial that he had cultivated, a figure akin to a ghostly game world appeared. This figure, like the Shenshu Celestial, did not have a true physical form, nor did it possess self-awareness. However, upon seeing this figure for the first time, Tan Shuchang instantly recognized its identity.


"The only incarnation of fate, the only form of life's number..."


His eyes slightly moved. Tan Shuchang was momentarily stunned because everything that the ghostly path "Numerical" had experienced in the past surged in his mind in the form of images.


Tan Shuchang saw a ghostly path far beyond his imagination. Any lineage of the All Ghostly Paths was not inferior to the Celestial Masters.


Even the combined power of the All Ghostly Paths, if taken as a whole, was formidable enough that even the entire Immortal Path could not match it.


271, Henceforth No More Ghostly Way of Numbers (Part 2)_2