The Immortal Path Treats Me Like a Dog: From the Start, I Sacrifice My Fiancée

[Invincible Power Fantasy] [No Female Lead] [Devour Cultivation]

At the Immortal Sect's trial, they made me gouge out the eyes of my childhood sweetheart with my own hands. They claimed her innate Dao Eyes had to be taken this way to preserve their spiritual power.

I smiled and cradled her tear-streaked face. "I'll borrow your eyes. When I become an immortal, I'll give you a new body."

But then I refined her eyeballs into a pill for breaking through my cultivation and swallowed it right in front of her.

A hundred years later, I had become a towering figure in the demonic path. That girl had somehow climbed to the Cliff of Ten Thousand Souls with nothing but an ordinary mortal body.

Blood and tears streamed from her hollow eye sockets. "I've come to claim the immortal body you promised me."

I crushed the white-bone prayer beads in my hand and chuckled. "What a coincidence. I happen to need a puppet Dao body."

To cultivate the demonic path, you must repay every grudge. Once my demonic influence rules the world, great Confucian scholars will surely argue on behalf of me, the Demon Lord.