Ye Lingchen transmigrated into the last sect leader of a fallen sect, only to suffer the destruction of his sect. At the brink of death, he activated the Myriad Heavens Gods and Demons Summoning System.
With a flick of his finger, he summoned the dozing Taishang Laojun. A casual immortal pill was all it took to reduce the enemy who had slaughtered his sect to dust.
He thought he'd picked up an old man, only to discover that this System was absurdly powerful: no matter which mighty figure he summoned, whenever they encountered an enemy, they would practically drop to their knees and call him their ancestor.
He had wanted to summon a beautiful demon queen as a bodyguard, but who could have guessed the first one to answer would be...
It felt as though tens of thousands of red-hot steel needles were stirring inside his head, each one piercing its deepest reaches. Wisps of smoke rose as if his soul were about to scatter. Even worse was the blood, thick and sticky with the taste of rust, smeared across half his face and running from the corners of his eyes into his mouth, sharp and bitter.
His eyelids weighed as much as lead. Every time he lifted them, it took all the strength he had left. His vision blurred. He could barely make out the shattered roof of the hall. The painted clouds and auspicious beasts were gone, leaving only charred rafters like jagged claws, stabbing desperately toward the gloomy sky screen. The wind filled his ears, wailing through the broken walls and rubble. Mixed in were the tiny, grating crackles of flames, along with distant, unmistakable laughter and the muffled sound of blades plunging into flesh.
Those were the enemy's voices.
And everything that belonged to him, or rather, to the identity of
