What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

When Li Ang opened his eyes, the sky was gray.

In a narrow alleyway filled with graffiti, stench, and the smell of marijuana, Li Ang looked up at the sky and howled like a madman.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!"

He wore a tattered blue Taoist robe torn to shreds by the spatial turbulence, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his face was stained with dried blood and void dust, making him look no different from a homeless person on the street corner.

Li Ang, however, didn't care at all.

He greedily inhaled the air, which was both familiar and strange.

Although it smells of sour, rotten garbage and pungent urine, it's the smell of home!

"I've done it! I'm finally back!!!"

God knows what he sacrificed to come back.

From the moment I transmigrated to that dog-eat-dog, ruthless world of cultivation, a full hundred years have passed!

Over the course of a hundred years, he transformed from a powerless mortal into a great cultivator using only a tattered copy of the "Three Yang Orthodox Method".

In his struggle to seize the star chart that would allow him to break through the boundaries and return home, he fought a bloody battle against a powerful figure in the demonic path, resulting in a carnage and rivers of blood.

Amidst the deceit and intrigue, he almost forgot that he was originally a civilized person from the 21st century.

Now, he's back!

"Damn it, I'm finally free from this misery." Li Ang wiped his face and let out a long sigh of relief.

No longer do we have to worry about being possessed every time we open our eyes, no longer do we have to worry about being poisoned when we eat or drink, and no longer do we have supernatural powers that can destroy the world at any time.

Peace, beauty, tranquility, and freedom!

This is the kind of life a human being should live!

Li Ang was in a great mood and habitually wanted to extend his divine sense to check the surroundings, and also find a place to change his clothes and have a good meal.

However, the smile on his face froze the next second.

What about divine consciousness...?

He looked inward and found his dantian empty. The golden elixir, which he had painstakingly refined for a hundred years and which shone like the sun, had vanished without a trace.

The magical power that once surged like a river within his meridians has vanished without a trace.

"...Where is my cultivation level?"

Li Ang was stunned.

He tried to perform the most basic "Gentle Breeze Technique," but his fingers were almost tied in knots, and not a breath came out, let alone any wind.

He refused to believe it and tried "Fire Spell" and "Rain Spell"... but the results were all the same.

He is now just an ordinary mortal, even extremely weak from forcibly traveling through time and space.

Forcibly tearing through space is extremely dangerous; it's a miracle you survived.

Losing all cultivation... seems to be within reason.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Li Ang comforted himself. "The technique is still in my mind. As long as I have spiritual energy, I can start over."

"Although the spiritual energy on Earth is thin, I, Daoist Master, am still a great cultivator at heart. Returning to the Qi Refining stage is just a matter of minutes, isn't it?"

He sat cross-legged with his palms facing upwards and began to circulate the "Three Yang Orthodox Method".

One minute...

Ten minutes...

Half an hour...

Li Ang suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

No.

There wasn't a trace of spiritual energy!

The spiritual energy of this world... has been completely extinguished? Is there not a trace of spiritual energy left on Earth?!

Oh no, this is terrible! I really can't cultivate anymore!

Despair surged up like a tide, but his century-long cultivation of Dao Heart was not for nothing, and he quickly suppressed it.

"Oh well, why think about it so much?"

Li Ang sighed.

All my cultivation was lost, wasn't it all for that one thought of going home? Now that I can finally return home, I'm already incredibly fortunate.

He quickly recovered, after all, he no longer had to face those hardships, did he?

He stood up, leaning against the wall, and looked around.

The walls were covered in exaggerated English graffiti, and the piercing sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"V5......V5......"

"This seems to be... America?"

Just as Li Ang was trying to determine his location, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

[Compatible soul detected... Binding in progress...]

What was that sound?

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat.

My first thought was that enemies from the cultivation world had caught up with us!

Could it be some kind of vicious possession technique or an extraterrestrial demon?

Now that he has lost all his cultivation and is unarmed, if he were to encounter him, he would die without even knowing how!

[Demonic System Activated]

[Current Environment: The Land of Dharma Decline, where demonic forces run rampant and the rules have collapsed]

[Language for the current region has been unlocked]

[Spirit Vision Module Unlocked]

[Host: Li Ang]

【属性：精神15、体质12、力量12、敏捷13（成年男性标準值为10）】

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 0]

[Acquired Skills: None]

[The host has been detected to be in a state of extreme hunger and weakness, and their survival is severely threatened.]

Li Ang was stunned.

System? Cheat Code?

As a person from the 21st century, he certainly knew what this was.

But... a demonic system?

He muttered subconsciously, "The Demonic Path? What Demonic Path?"

This system aims to assist the host in surviving and becoming stronger in this demonic land.

The demonic path is the path of plunder—plundering life, plundering fortune, plundering rules... using all things as fuel to ignite its own flame.

The cold explanation sent a chill down Li Ang's spine.

Isn't this the core concept of those demonic cultivation techniques that everyone in the cultivation world despises and that are utterly immoral?

"I barely escaped from that cannibalistic world, and you're telling me there are demonic cultivators in this world?"

Li Ang felt like cursing.

In this world, the rules have been distorted, the righteous path no longer exists, and only demons can subdue demons.

[Warning: The host's vital signs are declining; starvation will lead to organ failure]

The warning voice in my mind was like a death knell, accompanied by severe abdominal cramps and waves of dizziness that made my vision go black.

Everything reminded him how bad his physical condition was.

He needs food, water, and a place to rest.

All of this requires money.

Looking at his beggar-like attire and smelling the sour odor emanating from him, Li Ang smiled bitterly.

To steal? To rob?

His century-long adherence to the Dao and his unwavering commitment to it made him instinctively resist such behavior.

Yet the system's name and explanation seem to be hinting at something.

Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, footsteps and arrogant conversation came from the alley entrance.

"Hey Jesse, look over there, there's an idiot in a costume."

"Asians? Damn it, where did this trash come from?"

Two black men wearing oversized T-shirts and pants that had fallen down to their buttocks walked in.

They were fiddling with butterfly knives in their hands, and they looked like they had ill intentions.

One of the men, a burly black guy with a menacing face, said disdainfully, "Give me the money! Give me all the money!"

Li Ang frowned.

There was a time when such an insignificant character didn't even deserve a second glance from him.

They can be wiped out with just a flick of a finger.

Unexpectedly, upon returning, he found himself in dire straits, encountering a robbery.

But panicking won't help.

Li Ang caught a glimpse of a rusty half-section of steel pipe next to the trash can and quickly grabbed it.

Although physically weak, the instincts honed through countless battles and bloodshed were still evident in his posture.

"Chinese Kung Fu?"

The two black men exchanged a glance and then burst into mocking laughter.

"Bruce Lee? Hahaha, Jesse, this idiot thinks he's Bruce Lee!"

Just then, the voice in my mind rang out again, along with the colorful characters in front of me.

The path of demonic cultivation is paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood; the strong devour the weak, and the defeated turn into withered bones—this has been the way since time immemorial.

[Mission issued: Defeat the two demonic cultivators in front of you]

[Task Reward: +1 freely allocable attribute point]

"Demonic cultivators? Are they considered demonic cultivators?"

"Fine, then let's use you as a sacrifice for our flag."