Don't Make Me Become the Great Demon Lord

Years later, his name resounded across the continent. Except for him, no one remembered how he had started with nothing and clawed his way to his current position. When a general succeeds, ten thousand bones lie buried beneath him. Countless enemies had fallen to his hand, yet people could not even recall their names.

He had no regrets about leaving the world he once called home for the starry reaches beyond it, just as he had once left his sect. Still, there were people in this world who could move him. He was a disillusioned sword cultivator who had lost faith in both his sect and the world. He believed that if the sky fell, someone taller would hold it up. But this time, the tallest person turned out to be him. At the moment of crisis, he swung his sword at invaders several times stronger than himself to save the whole world.

That day, he returned all nine thousand years of the world's fortune in the Sword Dao. Every child born at that moment was an unrivaled sword prodigy. A year later, the Sword Sect reopened its gates. Fifty years later, it entered an era of great prosperity...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.