The Heavenly Dao Burns the Books: Lonely Star on a Night of Blood

In the cultivation world's law of the jungle, Duanmu Hong, a descendant of a fallen clan, possesses a mixed five-element spiritual root and suffers endless humiliation. His only source of warmth is the companionship of his maid, Su Wan, until a conspiracy takes everything from him. His family is wiped out for guarding the secret of the “Blood Edict,” and with his dying breath, his father breaks the seal between his brows. A vast world holding the truth of the Heavenly Dao opens its blood-soaked gates before him.

Forced onto the run, Duanmu Hong struggles up from the bottom of a sect and gradually uncovers the secrets of the battle between the “Heavenly Patrol Envoys” and the Heavenly Dao ten thousand years ago. He discovers that his fate was long ago marked as that of a “Dao Defier,” and that his family's killer, the mystery surrounding his beloved, and even the entire cultivation world's fraudulent promise of ascension all point to one cold truth: the Heavenly Dao is selfish, treating all living beings as mere ants. Surrounded by hostile forces, he must gather the scattered pieces of the Six Directions Map, burn away the old laws, and establish a new Dao.

“Martial Nephew Lin, your progress in cultivation reminds this old man of the son of an old acquaintance.” The inner sect elder patted Duanmu Hong on the shoulder, smiling warmly. A chill ran down Duanmu Hong's spine. The pattern on that jade pendant was identical to the one worn by the leader of the black-clad men on the night his family was massacred. He lowered his head to hide the murderous look in his eyes. “You flatter me, Elder. I was merely lucky.” His fist clenched inside his sleeve as spiritual energy quietly began to circulate.

Years later, when Duanmu Hong finally stood before the mastermind, the man confessed with a smile: “I ordered the destruction of your family, Duanmu. The opportunities that helped you grow were also mine to give. Every step you've taken has opened the path to my transcendence.” But Duanmu Hong smiled too, and a wisp of strange flame from the civilization of Blue Star ignited at his fingertip