Gods and monsters pervade the world, calamities fill the universe, and all living beings merely struggle to survive. Delving into the true meaning of cultivation, exploring the mysteries of the spiritual mind, is nothing more than kneeling and begging for life. Until Brian Cooper, shrouded in strangeness, descends upon this world.

Brian Cooper: "Let me ask you, can this allow me to live standing up, comfortably?"

He extends his left arm, upon which countless bizarre patterns are engraved, blood energy swirling around it like a vortex. Perched on his shoulder is a black shadow with a golden horn on its head, its true form obscured, only endless wailing of sinister spirits beneath its claws.

The myriad gods remain unmoved: "Hide in the gutter, and you may live."

"What about this, and this?"

Brian Cooper's right arm stirs slightly, black smoke carrying disaster and ominous aura billows out like a river, within which pairs of golden-brown cat eyes suddenly open.

The gods remain calm: "To live well, you must first kneel well."

A divine light shines in Brian Cooper's eyes, countless auras crisscrossing behind him like great rivers, as one godly specter after another climbs from the vast aura, gathering into a mountain, lifting Brian Cooper to its peak.

He smiles at the gods above: "What if I add all of these together?"

"May I ask, who are you, exalted one?"

Heaven and earth collapse, the gods tremble.

"I'm just a passerby."

Chapter 1: Operating the Heavens, Grasping Life and Death

Night falls, the cold wind whistles.

Inside a courtyard surrounded by earthen walls, within a hastily erected mourning tent.

Beside a coffin with most of its lid blown off, an old, hunched figure twists stiffly and with difficulty.

Creak, creak—his hair is snow-white, his face covered in layers of wrinkles, shrouded in a bluish-gray hue, utterly devoid of life.

Crack...

Suddenly, the spine that could no longer straighten snaps with a crisp sound, then abruptly goes rigid and upright.

Thick, muddy black mist gushes from his body, transforming into wildly flailing arms.

The arms born from the black mist pull at his head, stretch his limbs, rapidly elongating his form to nine feet tall. His raised head suddenly opens its ashen eyes!

The villagers standing stiffly around the mourning tent only snap out of their daze when his gaze sweeps over them.

Screams, laced with chilling air, explode throughout the courtyard!

"A corpse has turned!"

"It's over!"

"Mr. Clark, you lived to eighty-seven, what more could you want...""He was a lifelong bachelor!"

"Run, run for your lives!"

The crowd shouts in panic, scattering in all directions.

Some tumble over the courtyard wall in their haste to escape, while others, dazed, follow the crowd and rush into the main hall facing the mourning tent.

Bang!

The two doors of the main hall are slammed shut.

The villagers' shouting and footsteps, along with the loud bang of the doors, suddenly crash into Brian Cooper's mind!

Brian Cooper, who had been in a daze, suddenly feels his thoughts clear.

A thought flashes through his mind: he was in a car accident, he died in the accident, and after dying, he transmigrated!

A surge of joy wells up in his heart.

But before he can savor it, a flood of chaotic and blurry memories pours into his mind...

The original owner was named Henry Clark.

Never married, no children.

Died at eighty-seven.

...

Wait a minute!

Died at eighty-seven?

! I transmigrated into a dead old man?

! Original name Henry Clark—the old man now known as Brian Cooper widens his ashen eyes.

A focus gradually gathers in his eyes, and the numb, cold face now shows a hint of shock, making him seem a bit more 'human'.

Brian Cooper's dry, purplish lips part slightly.

Inside, he is still shouting, 'I can't accept this', 'Send me back', when a wave of chilling air suddenly envelops him.

Even though he is inside this old corpse, he feels his soul unprotected, as if plunged into an icy abyss!

Brian Cooper's soul merges with the old corpse.

Only now does he realize that although he is the master of this body, there are quite a few 'tenants' as well.

Three reside in the left arm: one with a bloody dog's head; one spinning his own head like a performer's hat; one with a bull's head and human hands, hooved feet, wielding a steel fork.

The right arm is no quieter: a black and a white long-robed figure sway back and forth; a blue-faced, fanged, armored being darts about like the wind.

There's also a child, pitch-black with blood-red eyes, rolling an iron hoop.

...

In short, this corpse is packed with 'things' Brian Cooper had never seen in his previous life.

How much rent would it take to house so many 'gods'!

The 'tenants'' powers manifest wildly through the corpse, condensing behind it into all sorts of bizarre arms, howling as they come and go.

At this moment, they all realize that the once masterless corpse now has a new owner.

Waves of chilling aura surround Brian Cooper's soul at his brow!

He had just transmigrated, and now he must face a life-and-death ordeal!

"Ding!"

Brian Cooper suddenly hears a crisp sound.

An emotionless male voice rings in his soul: "Host detected as awakened. The current environment is rich in spiritual energy. Sign-in is now available."