After transmigrating into a parallel space and becoming a ’corpse’ in a grave, Zuo Han’s heart was on the verge of collapsing.
But what was even more hateful was that the people dancing on his grave seemed to be getting more and more energetic and lively.
"Ding! The Divine Selection System has been successfully activated. Please make your choice as soon as possible.”
"Option 1: What does their disco dancing have to do with me? He would first cultivate in seclusion in the tomb for three years! Reward: Divine technique, Nine Yang Scripture."
" Option 2: It’s better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Crawl out and jump with them. Reward: 3 S-class Specters, with supernatural abilities: Ghost Domain, Hanging, and Decapitation."
" Option 3: They won’t be able to rest in peace after death. They actually danced on my grave. I have to teach them a lesson. Reward: God Throne Cultivation Method."
“....”
This was a world that was about to collapse. Specters were reviving, demons were looming, and the haze hovering in the sky was filled with death and coldness.
No...