“When they tore out my Supreme Bone, they laughed and said I was worth less than a stray dog. They never knew I was using their spines to write the end of the world.”
Chu Ye’s wedding night became the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.
His father-in-law ripped out his Supreme Bone in front of everyone, while his bride, Su Qinghan, watched with cold eyes.
As he gnawed on diseased pig flesh in a sty, the Book of Worms inside his skull awakened
[Price] Each use of the Outer God’s power will irreversibly warp your body.
[Gift] All who harm you become characters beneath your pen.
He used his enemies’ blood to write invitations beside a well, and the entire city began sleepwalking and mutilating itself;
He continued the Yellow-Clad Chapter in the blank spaces of the academy’s books, and mighty cultivators collectively ascended in a flurry of flesh and blood;
When Su Qinghan’s dagger pierced his heart for the third time, he suddenly understood the pity in her eyes
“Run... The calamity you’ve devoured is watching us from beyond the pages.”
Beneath a blood-red moon, Chu Ye tore through the fabric of reality.
Before him floated the Pen of Creation, its ink reservoir filled with Su Qinghan’s frozen tears.
“So the so-called Heavenly Dao is nothing but a writer from a higher dimension...”
He grinned savagely and coiled his wormlike body around the pen, writing in bold strokes at the end:
Let all who dwell here become feed for my wife!”
