[Alternate Ancient China] [Slaying Demons and Evil] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Building a Power Base]
Waking up one day, Wang Daoqian discovered that he had transmigrated to a chaotic world overrun by evil spirits and demonic beasts.
Local sects stood everywhere, locked in open and covert struggles with the imperial court.
Powerful clans preyed on the common people. Some even slaughtered them to make offerings to demons and evil spirits.
As for Wang Daoqian, he was merely the second son of a martial artist in a small border town of the empire,
and his elder brother had even joined forces with the steward to frame him, nearly getting him killed by an evil spirit.
Fortunately, Wang Daoqian obtained the Shanhai Seal. He refined the demon spirit [Mountain Lord], devoured souls and spirits, commanded ghost thralls, harvested resources, and elevated his demon spirits.
[Mountain Lord] -> [White-Browed Marquis] -> [Wind-Howling Winged Beast] -> [Calamity God Qiongqi]
From then on, immense power was his to wield. He stopped killing with killing and brought peace to the chaotic world.
Those who conspire with servants to frame their own brothers deserve to die!
Those who condemn someone without asking why, simply taking another person's word for it and refusing to hear a defense, deserve to die!
Demonic cultivators who slaughter commoners and worship evil spirits: kill them!
Self-proclaimed righteous ones who wear a virtuous facade while engaging in thievery and treachery deserve to die!
Demonic beasts and evil spirits that take human lives must be killed!
Powerful clans and corrupt officials who oppress the common people must be hacked to pieces!
And the incompetent, benighted imperial family deserves to die most of all!
Many years later.
Wang Daoqian stood before the imperial throne, looking at the many high officials who governed the empire's seventy-two provinces, kneeling below and trembling with fear. He kicked the emperor's head in front of them and asked with a smile, "Are you finally afraid?"
Before anyone could reply, countless ghost thralls surged from behind Wang Daoqian and drenched the imperial capital in blood.
Later generations recorded that after killing every guilty official of the former dynasty that day, the emperor recited this poem:
I tread the avenues till nobles' bones lie crushed beneath my feet; at the gates, the heads of the powerful hang in rows.
The songs and revels of days gone by return to wild graves; the setting sun still shines on banners crusted with blood.
Very nice, five stars 👍
Very novel subject matter, but the author is too lazy
Love is always there, so can you give me a good review? It's fate that we meet by chance. How about giving me a five-star reward?
Very interesting and original, good-looking, and the characters are interestingly drawn.
The protagonist's character and acting style are standard decisive and decisive, I like it😋
Extremely awesome haha