Miner Lin Jin, whose life was like a scrap, touched a broken bronze ancient mirror from the ancient battlefield deep in the dark mine.
From then on, his path of cultivation was no longer structured, only devouring.
Devouring waste mines, devouring poisonous beasts, devouring the energy and blood of enemies, devouring the source of stars... In this bright era where cultivation civilization and interstellar empire coexist, he uses all things as fuel to ignite a period of vengeful flames that burn across the galaxy.
"They said my spiritual veins were damaged and my path was hopeless."
"They laughed at me because I was from a humble background and should be a slave forever."
"They took away the only warmth I had and forced me to kneel down and beg for mercy."
"..."
"Later, I swallowed their mountain gates, their fleets, their stars and gods."
"Standing on their thrones of bones, I understood—"
"The so-called immortality is just another feast waiting to be eaten on my dining table."
