When the slag machine jammed and caused the Molten Core to be destroyed, Dongfang and "Xuanyin Soul Eater" fell into Azeroth together. He climbed up from the mud of Deathstroke Town, already a forgotten man carrying the evil base of Chaos. The evil cultivator's way of devouring all things and the warlock's art of controlling shadows merged crazily in his body.
Holy light? Feed on the believer's fear of death. Nature? Squeeze the raging souls of werewolves for food. Demon? Refining their evil energy source to strengthen your body. He walked on the edge of life and death, leaving only the residue of his essence being stolen wherever he passed.
From the blood feast in the Scarlet Monastery, to the fel frenzy in the battlefields of outer lands, to the theft of death under the Frozen Throne. The pet Dui turned into a shadowy claw after being fed by the resentful soul. The black box and ancient books hide the legacy of the ancient evil master.
When the Burning Legion returns, the whispers of the ancient gods echo, and all living beings call for heroes——
He stood on the top of the corpse, with the Ten Thousand Soul Flags buzzing behind him, and the stolen law fragments jumping on his fingertips.
"Save the world? It's just a new batch of diners."
"And I like to be alone."
**This is the evil way of cultivating the Immortal King. **
