Path of Devouring

In the dilapidated town of Lingxiao, Lin Feng was nobody, scraping together a few copper coins each day by taking on odd jobs. His frail frame was constantly shoved around by others. Beyond the town, evil forces stirred beneath the surface. Mists often rolled in with terrible screams, frightening everyone into staying well away. But deep down, Lin Feng was consumed by a wild yearning for the unknown. One day, a mysterious man in a black robe arrived in town. He wasn't selling ordinary wares, but a stone as dark as ink, its surface marked with patterns that seemed to writhe like living things. As if possessed, Lin Feng spent all his savings to buy it. That night, the stone merged into his palm. A scalding torrent instantly tore through his frail meridians, leaving him almost unconscious with pain, but it also unexpectedly awakened his spiritual aperture. When Lin Feng awoke, the world before his eyes had shed its ordinary guise. He could see faint glimmers of drifting spiritual energy and sense the lesser spirits lurking in the shadows. His first fight took place in an abandoned old temple, where he faced a shadow demon with claws bared. Though fear filled his heart, his fists swung forward on instinct. The power of devouring surged from a vortex in his palm. In the blink of an eye, the demon's wailing shadow was dragged into his palm and transformed into nourishment for his strength. Lin Feng felt invigorated, and so took his first step on the path of devouring and evolution. From then on, dangerous places became Lin Feng's hunting grounds. The more perilous the place, the more abundant the spiritual power he could devour, whether it was a gloomy swamp or a blazing volcano. But great trees catch the wind. Various factions turned their eyes on this devourer who had appeared out of nowhere. Established families saw him as an aberration and sent elite forces to hunt him down, while mysterious sects sought to imprison him and study his heaven-defying devouring technique. Lin Feng darted through the clash of blades and swords, interwoven with spells and incantations. His clothes grew tattered, but his gaze grew ever more resolute. Each time he devoured a powerful foe