In this high-level martial arts world where even the moon in the sky was rubbed and hung by human hands, Pei Jin awakened a heritage panel. As long as certain conditions are met, you can obtain the inheritance from powerful beings in other worlds. The first thing he awakened was the [World Devouring Burning Dragon], and the first talent he obtained was called [Dragon Eater]. [Dragon Eater]: You will have a digestive ability that is countless times stronger than that of ordinary people, and at the same time gain a certain percentage of resistance based on the target you devour. As a scavenger in the public security system, he knew that his chance had come. As long as he mixed in the rear battlefield and was responsible for picking up leaks, he could become stronger. "If you can't kill me, then eat me to death. What doesn't kill me will make me stronger!" "What do you mean by 'a hero's true colors are revealed when the seas and rivers are turbulent?' I just want to grow steadily." "You're right. Being narrow-minded is one of the good qualities of a dragon!" "What do you mean by 'the most powerful god in the material world?' I say again, I'm an atheist."... [An ordinary martial artist who practices baseball boxing] [The Lord of the Kingdom of God on the Fiery Sun Star] [Antimatter evil god who controls fear] [...] Pei Jin, who has awakened the inheritance of countless powerful beings, has unknowingly grown into the most terrifying taboo in this universe. ......

They say humans are the essence of heaven and earth.

So, shouldn’t our cultivation as a demonic sect be the refinement of essence into qi? This is the true righteous path!

Li Mo accidentally crossed into a world of immortal cultivation and became a demonic cultivator. But fate played its cruel hand—he was struck by the Blood Shadow Curse, destined to become a sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a pawn in the Sea of Blood Formation, and forever an accomplice of evil.

Just as despair loomed, Li Mo stumbled into a bizarre, apocalyptic world.

A world where demons surged like endless tides, cities floated like lone boats adrift in a blood-red sea, and unending horrors lurked everywhere:

the cursed Skinning City,

the eternal Weeping Blood Spring,

the parasitic Nuo Mask Opera,

and the ominous disasters of the Red and White Wedding Dresses.

To righteous cultivators, this was a nightmare.

To Li Mo, it was paradise—an endless trove of supreme materials that demonic cultivators could only dream of.

At that moment, he felt as if he had truly ascended to heaven.

Years later, besieged on all sides by the so-called righteous sects, Li Mo finally came to understand…