Being born as a soul-seed is a crime. Locked beneath a cliff for seventeen years, his soul torn from his body and refined, he is raised like livestock, waiting to be fed to those so-called chosen prodigies. In everyone’s eyes, he deserves to be devoured. On the altar, his soul is on the verge of shattering. A drop of blood ignites the birthmark on his chest. To hell with immortals, to hell with heaven. He will neither cultivate nor worship. He will burn the heavens! He will tear down this world that feeds on people and crush every lofty holy land beneath his feet! The Heavenly Dao sends thunder to punish him? He’ll devour it and temper his body! The whole world is his enemy? Then he’ll kill! He’ll devour his enemies’ foundations and grow stronger through battle! One man, one blade, burning the eight wilds to ash, repaying blood with blood.
