In the mass grave, I fed a ghost alive - it was just a tool for me to survive.

The essence and blood of the clan members, the flesh and blood of geniuses, the souls of the entire clan... all become food for refining ghosts!

The stronger the ghost, the more ferocious the backlash? Stronger restrictions, deeper calculations, make it a permanent slave!

They used every possible means, including robbing cultivators, massacring cities, going undercover, killing masters, and training devils.

My evil magic reaches all the heavens, and I use the common people as materials to refine my supreme ghost way!

Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul… In front of the world barrier, looking back:

Homeland? It's just the first stepping stone to the top!

[Wild boar, strange beast, huge, villain, eats single people, not a saint, decisive in killing]

Reborn as a wild boar, eating single people can increase my Taoism, but they won't let me eat, and want to kill me, so I'll eat them all!!!

"ah!"

"I'm dead!"

The sky was dim, and Chen De stood on the top of Mount Tai!

The moment the nine dragons pulled the coffin down, he knew that he was finished.

Looking back on the past, it seems like I have lived in water all my life.

…

Chen De looked up to the sky and shouted, "I, Chen De, am truly a good person!"

[No romance]

…

Sold to the Demon Sect by his biological parents, the young man refuses to yield and is determined to become the only demon in the world!

He will not stop until he reaches the other side of victory. The goddess, the saint, and the empress are nothing but cauldrons.

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…