From the Start, I Have Only a Bowl: My Cultivation Rises with Every Kill

Demons run rampant, and disaster is coming.

In a world like this, if killing could let you glimpse a corner of the future, what would you do?

My name is Ning Que. I transmigrated into the body of a beggar.

I thought I was doomed to die, but I never expected to gain the ability to see the future.

There is only one requirement: kill, kill!

The more you kill, the more you see.

If that's the case, why shouldn't I put all living beings under heaven to use?

Humans? Demons!

I think this world of men needs a good cleansing.