The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lord Returns in Triumph

Ten thousand years is no more than the blink of an eye to cultivators. For him, it was a bloody road paved with bones.

From an unknown nobody who could barely manage to draw qi into his body to the Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, whose name made the heavens tremble,

his name became a taboo that terrified orthodox cultivators. Three thousand demonesses served beneath him, his treasury was piled high as a mountain, and with a wave of his hand he could wipe out a million soldiers.

Yet in the dead of night, seated upon the throne of his nine-tiered demonic palace, he felt only a bone-deep emptiness.

There were no ridiculous short videos to scroll through at three in the morning, no single-player games to play all night on his computer, and no brainless wish-fulfillment novels to read for hours on the toilet.

No matter how beautiful the demonesses around him were, their smiles felt less real than the girls on livestreams back on Earth;

and the spirit stones piled mountain-high in his treasury felt less reassuring to touch than the small change he'd once held in his hand.

This longing clung to his soul like a parasite, gnawing at it day and night for ten thousand years.

So when the heavenly tribulation gathered and the Great Dao shone in all its glory, everyone assumed he would ascend with the tide. Xu Teng instead cleaved the void with a single sword strike.

"My Dao is not the heavens. My home lies beyond!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.