Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Deja Vu
Groggily waking up, I found myself in an all-too-familiar place. The cold, lifeless air bit at my skin, and the void around me seemed to press in from all directions. The oppressive stillness was unnerving, as if the very concept of sound had been eradicated. "For crying out loud, not again," I muttered, rubbing my temples as the stark emptiness of this realm confirmed where I was. The sensation was unmistakable.
I was back in front of the Enforcer.
The throne room remained exactly as I remembered it—if you could even call this place a room. It was more like a distortion of reality, a pocket of existence where the rules of the universe had been rewritten or discarded entirely. the massive walls with an endless depiction of cultivators, murdered by their own weapons. And the large red carpeted floor that is mixed with the space itself.