Demonic Path: Four Swords Reach the Heavens, I Refuse to Bow to Fate

When Hongmeng first emerged and chaos had yet to take shape, the universe was nothing but a mass of primordial energy, like an ancient behemoth lying in wait, filled with endless unknowns and possibilities.

My name is Dongfang Wu'an, a feared power in the demonic path. I never follow convention, doing only as I please. In this cultivation world divided between orthodox and demonic paths, I am the most glaring presence of all, keeping every faction in turmoil.

I wield four swords: one to slay humans, one to slay demons, one to slay demons, and one to slay monsters. Why don’t I have one to slay Heaven and Earth? Come on, who picks a fight with the Heavenly Dao every day?

When the righteous call on Heaven to bring down divine punishment and punish the demonic tyrant, they discover that the merit shining from him is blinding.

“Dongfang, you shameless scoundrel...” A mighty immortal cultivator clutched his wound, blood still pouring from it, his eyes red as he cursed through gritted teeth. His clothes were in tatters, and he looked utterly wretched.

“Compared to Brother Dongfang, we’re far too kind,” said a member of the demonic path.

“Sigma men never fall into a woman’s trap.” “If reason doesn’t work, I have no problem using my fists to make my point.” “Don’t try to reason with people, because you’ll find that a fist is the best argument...”

At the same time, I learned to laugh through the pain.

And that is my story.