The novel talked about the war between human cultivators and demons, and how they overcame or fell before their inner demons.

The main character was a teenager whose parents were mu*dered because they owned a powerful Taoist treasure. He struggled to survive in this chaotic fantasy world and tried to find a chance to avenge his parents. Meanwhile he discovered the top secrets behind this world.

How are villains made? This is how villains are made.

A demonic cultivator without a sense of good and evil, she is a cannibal in this world.

PS: This is a story about aboriginal cultivation without a male protagonist. The female protagonist’s way of thinking is completely demonic. Please pay attention~

PPS: Demonic Path! Demonic Path! To put it bluntly, he is a big villain, the kind who takes the initiative to attack!

"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.

In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.

On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.

The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.

I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.

But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.

Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.

The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.

Yet I shall not yield.

I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,

pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,

and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—

Let it be known:

Strangers shall never be slaves.