Liang Xiaohan once thought he was nothing more than the lowliest laundry slave at Yunmeng Sect. Then he discovered that the gods and buddhas filling the heavens saw the mortal world as a pig farm. And he was a “human garbage bag,” stitched together by the God of War himself to swallow all the calamity ash and filth in this world.
“If the Heavenly Dao is unjust and treats mortals like ants, then I’ll grab my washboard and scrub the order of the heavens to pieces! The Nascent Souls of cultivators are my food, and the divine laws of true gods are my footcloths. From the moment he devoured his first Nascent Soul, Liang Xiaohan began chewing through the throat of fate itself on this defiant path called ‘mortality.’”
