Transmigrated into the Demonic Path, I Never Forgot to Recite Poetry Before Becoming a Venerable

Zhang Jiuling would never forget the most important thing to do when becoming a Venerable!

That’s right: recite poetry!!!

A man transmigrates into the body of a demonic overlord, only to find his cultivation gone;

Disaster hangs high overhead, while the righteous factions hunt him down;

He holds fast and keeps his suffering hidden as he presses on;

I will control my own fate. Anyone who stands in my way is a demonic heretic!

In my early years, I already knew…

No, that’s not right…

In youth, a lonely sail chased distant winds, but at the final pass, the road ahead was blocked.

A blade honed for a hundred years gleams cold; a thousand bitter disappointments forge an unyielding heart.

Cutting words pierce to the bone, endured through frost and snow; bitter resolve wears down the heart beneath the night bell.

How many dreams of rise and fall lie beneath the bright moon? Half are love and hate, and half are empty.

P.S. The pacing is slow. This novel pays deep homage to a certain work, but the author hopes to add some original ideas of their own. It’s not fanfiction, and the setting is different too.

I hope you’ll enjoy it. If you don’t, please go easy on me.