What I Cultivate Isn't Immortality, It's Fate

The world cultivates immortality seeking eternal life; I, Chen Shitou, cultivate the "Awakened Lion Dao." Immortal sects trample my lion head and call me low-class? Then I'll use a coffin lid as my drum—one roar repels ten thousand demons! Before my master died, he left me seven broken lions and a lightning-struck wooden pen. The White Lion escorts the dead, slaying immortals and buddhas alike; the Black Lion suppresses demons, devouring heavenly tribulations whole; the Crimson Lion is fierce and unyielding, shattering stars with its flesh! Others ride swords ninety thousand li; I tread high stakes and crush the heavens. Others manifest cosmic forms; I summon lion souls to possess me! Later, when the Great Drought Demon descended and gods and buddhas fell like ants, the Immortal Emperor knelt begging for mercy. That night, I donned the seventh broken lion, used blood as ink and bone as pen, and rewrote the laws of the heavenly dao itself! The Immortal Emperor asked me: "What do you actually want?" I spat out a mouthful of bloody foam: "My one life, in exchange for every soul in this world—not one of them kneeling!" — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: What I Cultivate Isn't Immortality, It's Fate — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠