The Day My Seal Was Lifted, Every Sect Fell to Its Knees

Ten years ago, Shen Jin, an outer disciple of the Qingyan Sect, was stabbed through the heart by his senior fellow disciple Luo Changfeng and thrown into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Bones. The reason: his meridians were useless, and keeping him alive would only waste spirit stones. Before Shen Jin died, Luo Changfeng took three drops of his blood to refine a pill and said, “A waste should know its place.” Ten years later, at the bottom of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Bones, his bloodline awakens. The last descendant of the ancient Ashblood Clan, freed from a hundred-thousand-year seal. I devour cultivation, techniques, and Dao hearts. Pick a fight with me, and it all becomes mine. Shen Jin climbs out of the abyss and returns to Qingyan Mountain. The sect gate has a new plaque. The place has become Luo Changfeng’s private residence. Sitting on the stone steps he once swept, he takes a sip of the tea he planted back then: “Luo Changfeng, you took three drops of my blood to refine that Foundation Establishment Pill. Now I’ll take it back from your Dao heart, with interest.” The Heavenly Dao Alliance issues a demon-slaying order? Wonderful. Let the entire cultivation world see for themselves: Who is the real demon? This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.