Three thousand slashes a day, a blade-crazed warrior who slays the Nine Heavens. A slow blade marks a hero’s grave; slay Buddha and spare no immortals. The strongest loser in Huaxia transmigrates to another world, fuses with a wordless heavenly book, and obtains the Primordial Demon God Art. He rises against the heavens, beheading saints with his blade, trampling the corpses of ten thousand Buddhas, laughing as he drinks the blood of Yama and devouring the spirits of emperors in his fury. So what if they’re peerless prodigies or world-conquering heroes? I need only one slash to cut them all down!
