Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

A desolate and ancient melody suddenly rang in the ears of all the viewers.

The melody seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of wind and sand, carrying the weariness of fate and a touch of carefree detachment from worldly affairs.

Accompanied by music, golden lyrics flowed slowly across the sky.

"A dream of wealth and glory has turned to ashes."

"Even if I live this long, I'll only live to be a hundred."

Why get involved in sorrow?

Do not lament that the past cannot be retrieved, for the future can still be made.

How many times in this life will one experience love and hate?

Why end up with a sorrowful cry?

"Let that love be without regret or shame."

"The wind and rain hasten the passing of time, and the flowers flutter away in an instant."

"Life comes and goes, never to return."

"Let me pour a few cups of wine to drown my sorrows and joys, and get thoroughly drunk."

"A dream of wealth and glory has turned to ashes."

With the lyrics gone, a new round of review officially begins.

[The final chapter of Six Lives and Five Worlds—The Wasteland.]

[As the sixth of the six incarnations and five lifetimes, he is undoubtedly the strongest lackey in terms of combat power, and also the ultimate and complete form of the Selfless Dharma Form.]

[Huang was born during the distant Yin-Shang period.]

The images on the screen drew everyone's attention back to that ancient era filled with myths and blood sacrifices.

A five-year-old boy appears in the picture.

He didn't laugh and play like other children.

He just sat quietly, his eyes vacant, and he was taciturn.

Five-year-old Huang had an eccentric personality; he was aloof and taciturn. His parents and brothers all considered him an oddball.

[Just then, the village needed to select slaves.]

Without hesitation, the entire family, including his parents, pushed five-year-old Ara into the fate of becoming a slave.

Spy games are like a game.

As dusk fell, the gentle smile on the face of the man codenamed Lloyd Fogg vanished without a trace.

"A failed product".

His voice was icy cold, like a scalpel.

"As parents, the most basic responsibility is to protect their children. This is not just a social contract, but also a biological instinct. Out of fear and ignorance, they regard their children as 'outcasts' and, when a crisis comes, do not hesitate to push them out as a sacrifice. This is not a family; it is a cold-blooded collection of interests based on blood ties."

"From any perspective, this behavior is the most utter betrayal and a complete loss of humanity. For the sake of world peace, such family units that can easily create distorted personalities are a threat that should be eliminated."

The world of The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.

In the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian leaned against a tree, even the Emperor's Smile wine in his hand seemed somewhat tasteless.

"Tsk, it's the same again."

He recalled his childhood experiences of being chased by dogs in the street and fighting with vicious dogs for food.

"Relatives are sometimes a joke. When they need you, you're their precious treasure. When they don't need you, or find you a nuisance, you're just trash they can throw away. This kid is even worse off than I was back then. At least I lost my parents; he was pushed away by his own parents."

"However, this child's eyes are so empty, there's nothing in them. Unlike me, back then I only had hunger in my stomach. His empty look is even more unsettling. If a child like this gains power, he won't just laugh it off like I do."

Imprint the world of warriors.

The black-clad swordsman Guts gazed at the sky, his single eye, hidden beneath the hair covering his right eye, remained utterly still.

He subconsciously touched the brand on his neck.

She was sacrificed by Griffith, whom she regarded as her father.

She lost her virginity to her adoptive father, Gambino.

He understands this feeling better than anyone else.

He said nothing, but that silence itself was the most profound resonance.

Similar beginnings, both betrayed by their closest relatives.

I just don't know if this boy named Huang has the strength to struggle forward in the darkness.

It will still... sink completely into darkness.

The images on the sky continued to change.

Eight years later, thirteen-year-old Ara faced the last day of his life.

He stood on the cold altar alongside ninety-nine other children who had also been sacrificed.

Huang knew perfectly well that after a hundred heartbeats, he would stop breathing completely, offering his life to those ethereal spirits and deities, in order to ensure the prosperity of the Yin Shang dynasty.

He stood there, surrounded by the cries and despair of other children.

But he didn't.

He was simply silently counting his heartbeats.

Once, twice, three times.

It was as if what was about to die was not oneself, but something else entirely.

The world of Code Geass.

Inside the student council room at Ashford Academy, Lelouch Lamperouge's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

"Using children's lives to pray for good weather and a bountiful harvest? What an utterly foolish way to rule. This barbaric and inefficient method serves no purpose other than to demonstrate the ruler's incompetence and cruelty."

"Those who truly need to be sacrificed are the privileged class who built and maintained this corrupt system. However, this boy is interesting. In dire straits, he shows no fear or anger, only absolute calm. If this mental strength could be harnessed for my use…"

The red light of Geass flashed briefly in his eyes.

"He will become the sharpest piece in my hand."

The world of Fox Spirit Matchmaker.

Beneath the Bitter Love Tree in Tushan, Tushan Honghong coldly watched this scene.

"That's human nature."

Her voice carried the authority of the leader of the Demon Alliance, along with a hint of disdain.

"Fragile, cowardly, yet incredibly cruel. Because of their fear of the unknown, they can sacrifice their own kind with a clear conscience. Because of their desire for gain, they can offer up the lives of others without hesitation. Their so-called 'righteousness' and 'for the collective' are nothing more than shackles placed on the weak by the strong to satisfy their own desires."

"That child's heart is dead. It died the moment he was abandoned by his family. Now, he's just waiting for his body to die."

The world of Death Note.

Light Yagami was at home, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"A world utterly rotten."

He spoke in a low voice, his pen almost tearing the paper.

"The parents who pushed the child out are sinners. The priests who performed this ritual are sinners. Those in power who condoned it are even more heinous. All of their names should be written in a book. This is not a sacrifice; it is collective murder."

"It is precisely because the world is full of such scum that a god is needed to cleanse it. If I were born in that era, the first people I would punish would be the entire population of this city!"

The world of Zhenhun Street.

Inside Rakshasa Street, Cao Yanbing carried his Ten Kings of Hell, grinning, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"The fate of the weak."

"The rules on this street are simple: the strong prey on the weak. It's the same in any era. This kid, his parents, and these priests are all the weak. It's just that his parents are a little smarter; they know how to push him out as a shield because he's even weaker."

"There's nothing to sympathize with. If you can't protect yourself, then being trampled underfoot and used as a stepping stone is the only outcome. But... if this kid survives, that'll be interesting. I wonder if he'll understand this principle."

Just as Huang's heart was about to reach its hundredth beat, a sudden change occurred.

But just as he was on the verge of death, something distant and mysterious descended upon him.

Something responded to the desolation.

That thing communicated directly with Huang through its consciousness, telling him who it was and what its purpose was.

It turns out that Huang's heart had stopped beating many times before.

The person he is now is merely the person he will be in the future, a monster born from the Myriad Corpse Immortals.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica world.

The incubator, Kyubey, tilted its head, its red eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I see, a more efficient energy conversion system."

"Using the despair of humans on the verge of death as energy, a contract is made to regenerate them into a new being. Logically speaking, this is similar to our magical girl system. This being called 'Myriad Corpse Immortal' seems to prefer direct control and enslavement rather than equivalent exchange. Hmm, this is a new energy utilization model worth recording."

Mushishi World.

Ginko, carrying a wooden box on his back, exhaled a puff of smoke, which transformed into strange shapes in the air.

"This is not a 'bug'."

He asserted.

"Insects are beings closer to the origin of life; they simply live according to their own ways, occasionally intersecting with humans. But this thing... it carries a clear purpose, a pure malice and pollution. It's not 'symbiosis,' nor 'parasitism,' it's 'covering.'"

"That boy is no more. His body, his memories, have become the new lair of this 'monster.' Like a painting splashed with black ink, whatever was originally painted, now only black remains."

[Hara, who had been brought back to life, returned to his village.]

He killed his own parents with his own hands.

From that moment on, Ara harbored boundless malice towards the living, and he longed to spread this malice.

The world of Gintama.

Inside the Yorozuya, Sakata Gintoki lazily picked his nose and spoke.

"Ah, so it turned out like this. The standard dark revenge plot, nothing new at all. Couldn't you have come up with something more creative? Like, he goes back and finds out his parents are actually aliens, and they pushed him out to awaken his Super Saiyan bloodline or something."

He flicked the things off his hands, but his eyes became somewhat serious.

"However, killing one's parents with one's own hands is no joke. No matter the reason, it's a path of no return. From this moment on, he is no longer a 'human.' He's just a monster with an empty shell, driven by hatred. What a troublesome guy."

The World of The King's Avatar.

In a corner of Happy Internet Cafe, Ye Xiu had a cigarette in his mouth. The screen displayed the image of the game world, but he seemed to be looking at the panel of a game character.

"New player quests completed."

"The first task of this god-tier account gifted by the system is to go back and slaughter all the NPCs in the starting village. Simple and brutal, but the reward is a bit weak—just a 'limitless malice towards living people' buff. What's the use of that? Does it increase attack power or defense?"

"This player's mentality is terrible; he's blinded by hatred. Professional players can't let emotions control them. However, he's certainly a good boss template. High HP, high attack, and he has a built-in global taunt. I just wonder what kind of equipment he'll drop when we defeat him."