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...
Disruption
My clap resounded powerfully through the cavern, extending the domain of True and False as far as the sound of the clap could reach and simply locked it down. The Death Sun's finger snap immediately dissipated as it was trapped in my domain. His eyes widened in shock, the smirk wiped clean off his face as he felt the shift in the air. The Monochrome wrapped around us like a suffocating shroud, a world devoid of color and warmth.
It is a world of everything yet has nothing, almost a replica of what once was, a simulation in my eyes, a nasty one at that too.
Monochrome is a non-colored world where everything would lose all to be one thing. Colors would become stale and comparable. Sound would lose its frequency and become a single note. The energy in the air grew thicker, more oppressive, like a weight pressing down on every cell of my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage as if trying to break free from the prison of my own flesh.