He Abandoned His Cultivation from the Start, Then Became a Saint by Dismantling the Heavenly Dao

You shattered my dantian? Good!

Su Mang crushed the Dao Platform with one finger. Where his immortal bones had been stripped away, pitch-black runes crawled across his skin.

“Spirit-Farming Canal No. 7”? So every cultivator in the three realms was livestock raised by the Immortal Realm!

His broken sword swallowed the divine thunder of the Nine Heavens and carved out three bloody paths:

■ Xuanji’s white hair coiled around his neck. “I’ll gouge out my eyes to help you suppress the Heavenly Dao. In return, you must stay away from women for a hundred years... Will you agree?”

■ The Nine-Li Love Gu devoured her heart. “When you planted the Gu, you said it would hurt. Now I’m the one whose heart is being torn apart!” (Mandala demon markings bloomed from her wrist to her chest.)

■ Wuyue’s Measure of Sin shattered. “This ‘traitor’ brand on you? Then I’ll topple the Measure of Heaven!” (Stardust scattered a hundred thousand feet below.)

When he exposed the Immortal Realm’s deception, the mortals raised their hoes.

An old farmer cracked the Spirit-Testing Stele beneath his foot. “Cultivators! Pay a third of this year’s land tax!”

A child swung a woodcutter’s hatchet at the sky. “Dad! I chopped a god right in the ankle!”

Su Mang smiled as he severed the last wisp of sacred renown. “From this day forth, the Heavenly Dao belongs to the tillers!” (The broken stele was covered in the names of mortals.)