I don't have a shred of profound energy. Go ahead and laugh.
You're laughing now that I've become a demon.
The bloodline truth the family elders keep shrouded in secrecy, the mystery of a forbidden land revealed by a fragment of bronze, the celestial phenomena caused by cultivating both profound and demonic arts... Wei Wudao gradually discovers that being a so-called "good-for-nothing" was nothing but a carefully woven lie. As the immortal sects sound the call to hunt him down and the Demon Realm awakens with a roar, he stands beneath the skies of the shattering Yunlan Continent, black mist that devours all light curling around his fingertips. He smiles, his words sharp as a blade:
"If this world has no place for those without profound energy, then let the gods and Buddhas of the heavens witness the realm of Wudao."
