Drawing the Sword at the Mountain

Under the starry sky, day turns to night, the setting sun brings eternal dusk and endless slumber. On the desolate continent of Yuanhuang, the wind is biting and the mountains are towering. Cultivators all vie for one thing—the Dao Vein. The day Lü Yan transmigrated here, a stele appeared within his body. Engraved with five patterns, each sealing a different power. But he soon learns that to wield the stele's power, there is only one way: death. Killed by others. Suicide won't do. Die once, get a reward. The more gruesome the death, the greater the reward. Kill to seize veins, nurtured by heaven and earth, inherited from ancient times. This stele never offered him a shortcut, but a path that grows ever narrower. The more deaths, the more acupoints, the stronger he becomes, and the closer he edges toward madness. He climbs from the very bottom, stepping over Zhao Xuan's bones, crossing the battlefield of the righteous-demonic war, and slaying legendary beings with his own hands. But what he ultimately seeks was never to be invincible. He only wants to protect the last shred of himself from being devoured by the stele. To bear its power, one must first die. — Description from novelcodex.org