The Great Dao has fallen out of balance. Three moons hang in the sky; yin waxes as yang wanes, nourishing the vicious spirits known as sha.
Sha have no shape. They are born from thoughts, countless and chaotic.
Some cultivate sha, using their hearts to master it and sha to wield their arts. One thought can unleash a demon; another can reveal the true spirit.
A transmigrant from the modern world.
A sinister furnace for refining sha.
He walks a different path of sha cultivation, wielding sha through his body and refining demons with sha, until he becomes an almighty, utterly free True Demon.
What is a demon, you ask?
I am the demon, and the demon is me.
The protagonist is a good person, he saves people when he sees them, and sends evil beads to people when he sees them.
He is so capable, but his realm is still so low. These are two systems