I’ll Become a Demon for You, Go Mad for You. What Does It Matter If I Slaughter All Creation?

Red hair, a demonic coffin. When people saw this emblem, they would hear a domineering voice ring in their ears: “My name is Ling Tian. I stand above the heavens.”

He had once been the young monk Liao Chen, devoted to the Buddha. But Ling’er’s death filled him with rage. He refined the ancient demonic artifact, the Netherworld Demon Coffin, and entered the demonic path.

From then on, he became Ling Tian, a demon god who no longer believed in Buddha, lived only for the demonic path, and saw all living beings as ants.

With the Demon Coffin in hand, he would shatter the heavens by force.

The moment he brought forth the Netherworld Demon Coffin, corpses would litter the land for a thousand miles, turning it into a living hell.

“I only want to bring my Ling’er back to life. Is that so hard for you? Is it really that hard? You forced me into this, you pushed me to this point, so now you can all be destroyed.”

“If Heaven will not accept me, then one punch will shatter the firmament.”

“If you can build a Buddhist kingdom, why can’t I build a world of demons?”

He had the toughest diplomatic approach: “What negotiations? Aren’t we going to declare war?”

And the most explosive logistics team:

“I told you to go shopping. How did you end up fighting your way into the Doushuai Palace?”

“The kitchen said we needed a basin of elixir pills to make porridge.”

“What are we? We’re demons! If we’re demons, then we ought to do demonic things. Kill a Buddha, rob an immortal, slay a god. That’s what we should be doing. Don’t be so shortsighted that you only bully those little demons and monsters.”