After My Spiritual Root Was Stolen, I Devoured My Way to Godhood

After my heavenly-grade spiritual root was stolen, I became a good-for-nothing. My older half-sister and stepmother tied me to an alchemy furnace, hoping to add some “good fortune” to her wedding. They laughed and said, “Your worthless life is the perfect wedding gift for your sister!”

At the brink of death, I awakened. Who says spiritual roots are fixed at birth? Mine can eat!

The spiritual energy of rare treasures? Gobbled up! The cores of ancient beasts? Gobbled up! That heavenly-grade spiritual root you’re so proud of? Sorry, gobbled up too!

From then on, I wore the name of a good-for-nothing while trampling one genius after another beneath my feet, devouring their spiritual roots and seizing their fortunes.

My high-and-mighty half-sister became my defeated underling, and I drained the cultivation of the arrogant heir to an immortal sect. Even the crown prince who broke off our engagement and looked down on me begged on his knees for my forgiveness.

I devoured my way to ever-greater power, until the entire cultivation world trembled beneath my feet. They called me a demon in terror.

A demon? No. I’m just a… god, taking back what belongs to me!