I Don't Eat Beef!

In a world of urban high martial arts, terror resurges and fierce ghosts roam, turning the city into a living hell. I am a vessel chosen by divine patterns and the keeper of ten thousand ghosts. While others rely on cultivation to break through realms, I grow stronger by feeding on ghosts; while others fear the malevolent spirits in the ghost domains, I wield them as my sharpest blades. The backlash of divine patterns is not a curse but nourishment for my ghostly horde. Every wail of ghosts is a step on my martial path; every trace of fierce aura tempers my divine-patterned bones. Beneath the neon lights of the city lies my contract with ten thousand ghosts. I use my body as a prison to trap billions of fierce ghosts; I use divine patterns as chains to command undead souls. Some say I'm crazy, abandoning a peaceful life to walk with ghosts. But they don't know that when the ten thousand ghosts cry out in unison, that is the day I shatter the altars and tear apart the ghost domains. This is not a game of slaughter but a journey of ghost-keeping. I will make this high-martial world hear the roar of ten thousand ghosts for me and see the divine patterns twist because of me. I shall use this body to raise ten thousand fierce ghosts!