My name is Chen Xuan. In my previous life, I was an office drone who wouldn't even dare kill a chicken. After transmigrating to a fantasy world, I became a god of slaughter.
From the start, I awakened heaven-defying comprehension. To my eyes, even the mundane things of this world reveal the laws of the Great Dao. A weed by the roadside can teach me the Sword Intent of Heaven-Slaying; the stars filling the sky become an unparalleled blade manual for me to contemplate.
Others cultivate bitterly for decades. I need only one glance.
My blade is fast.
Its name is [Galaxy]. When it strikes, it pours down like the Milky Way from the Ninth Heaven, able to destroy the sun, moon, and stars, and slay demons that have endured since time immemorial.
The truth I believe in is simple:
There is nothing a single slash can't settle. If there is, then two will do.
From a remote border town to the Myriad Worlds, I sweep through everything in my path, killing without hesitation. I slay enemies, destroy ancient sects, and bury demon gods… They all call me a madman, a butcher.
But so what?
When the gods and Buddhas look down from their lofty clouds, treating all living things as ants.
When primordial demons tear open the sky and feed on all creation.
I raise my head from the dust and draw my blade against the heavens.
The Great Dao is flawed, and the gods are cruel. This world needs someone to set things straight.
My truth lies on the edge of my blade.
An Immortal King blocks my way? One slash cuts him down. The Heavenly Dao is unjust? One slash cleaves it apart.
I have one blade. I invite all the gods and Buddhas filling the sky to meet their end!
A plot that you can guess with your eyes closed. It's the kind of beautiful woman who gets drunk and has sex again. Then he offends people, others target him, and then there is a mountain range where he goes to practice killing monsters every day.
This book is not bad
I was persuaded to quit by the cliched bloody plot.
Very good-looking, very good-looking
Good, good, good, good