In his previous life, he was the most despised ant in the Qingyun Sect.
A bowl of rotten rice and a lash across the back summed up ten years of hardship for Lin Mo, a menial disciple.
When he risked his life to obtain a clue to the sect's greatest treasure, his senior brother Xu Li, as bright as the moon, cut out his core and cast him into the abyss of the forbidden grounds.
"Trash doesn't deserve to live. Your ashes are fit only for fertilizer."
Reborn on the edge of the abyss, he seized the demonic key that could overturn the immortal sects!
The ancient demon bone he touched on the brink of death bore a secret art capable of burning the heavens to ash.
A flawless demonic body? So the menial disciple's spiritual roots were actually a passport to an eternal taboo!
"You cast me aside like trash. I'll master this world-shattering demonic art and turn it into a path to the heavens!"
On the day of the sect trials, a sword pointed straight at his dantian on the execution ground of the Law Enforcement Hall.
"Lin Mo, criminal disciple, secretly practiced demonic arts. His cultivation must be crippled and his soul destroyed!"
At the critical moment, the earth's spiritual veins split apart!
Vast demonic energy burst from the young man's bones and blood, surging straight into the heavens!
"Who says demonic arts are only for slaughter?" Lin Mo shattered the execution platform, demonic flames coiling around him like a god descending into the world.
"Open your eyes and see clearly. The righteous immortal sects you beg to join are feeding living people to the abyss!"
Xu Li sacrificed the entire sect to activate a secret technique, and the spiritual veins of the immortal mountain crumbled inch by inch.
"Good junior brother, give me the demon bone and I'll spare your life!"
Lin Mo answered with a punch that tore the heavens apart with his bare hands!
The ancient demonic tome devoured the Nine Hells. A hundred thousand wronged souls roared up from the abyss,
forming a giant palm that crushed the hypocrite's golden body!
That day, blood rain poured over the summit of Qingyun Peak.
Amid the ruins of the immortal sect, reduced to devastation,
the young man, clad in demonic markings, stamped the Qingyun plaque to pieces.
Behind him, the surviving elders crawled and wept:
