After transmigrating into a fantasy world for five hundred years, I fought my way from menial servant to the Eternal Night Demon Lord.
After falling in battle, I was reborn as Yang Jian, whose Daoist heart had shattered.
The Perfected Lord of Pure Origin? The True Lord Who Manifests the Sage? No.
Beneath this skin lies the soul of a Demon Lord who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and sea of bones. His eyes hold no reverence for Heaven's laws, only a cold calculation of the true nature of power.
As the Eight-Nine Arcane Art merges with the Eternal Night Demon Codex, the Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade takes on an aura that devours the Dao, and Howling Celestial Dog becomes a shadow stalking the darkness
In this life, Yang Jian will be controlled by no one.
With the soul of a Demon Lord, he will reenact the myth.
Keep writing. How did it end?