On the wedding day, the red silk had not faded, and the wedding dress was stained with blood. Lin Feng, the prodigy of the Qingyun Sect, had his spiritual roots stripped away from Lihuo and became a useless person. His childhood sweetheart ruthlessly broke off the engagement and was abandoned like a wild dog on the cold street. An ancient bronze ring left behind by his mother, and a nearly annihilated remnant soul of the Immortal Emperor, became the only straw he grasped when he fell into the abyss.
For ten years, he worked in the stone valley, carrying water, chopping firewood, and feeding animals incognito. He was bullied and looked down upon, just like an ant. Only under the lonely lamp on a cold night, he could use the taboo "Spirit Devouring Technique" to use his broken body as a furnace to eat the moonlight, swallow the wind breath, and plunder the faintest traces of life in the vegetation! Every time he swallowed it, his meridians were cut like a knife, and his Dantian was as dry as a desert. There was only a faint sense of energy, which was the fire of revenge that he had poured out with ten years of blood, tears and humiliation.
