The entire Xiao family was wiped out. The cultivation of "Young War God" Xiao Qianyuan was crippled, and he was thrown into the Eternal Heavenly Prison to work as a corpse registrar.
His daily job was to record the dead and carry their bodies.
Until one day, he touched a corpse stained with the deadly Black Plague.
Deep in his mind, an ancient Dao Stele awoke with a thunderous roar.
[Ding! A corpse belonging to a second-tier plague-path rogue cultivator has been detected. Imprint its Dao resonance?]
[Success rate: 10%. Failure: your soul will be destroyed.]
Could touching corpses let him steal all the cultivation techniques and insights the dead had learned in life?
Xiao Qianyuan smiled.
This prison held the most vicious criminals of all time, while ancient fallen immortals feared even by the Heavenly Dao lay buried beneath it.
And he was the only one who could grow stronger simply by touching corpses.
So...
When the guards bullied him, one handshake was enough to infect them with a fatal plague.
When a sword-path demon slaughtered people in front of him, Xiao Qianyuan sprawled among the corpses and stole the dead man's peerless sword techniques.
When the former master of the Dao Stele from ten thousand years ago tried to possess his body, he struck back and erased it from existence.
When he split the prison open with a single sword strike and set foot on the legendary path to ascension,
hundreds and thousands of silver-armored enforcers from the Heavenly Dao Inspectorate were waiting in formation at the exit.
They said he was an "error" identified by the Heavenly Dao, and had to be eliminated.
Xiao Qianyuan tightened his grip on the Dust-Slaying Sword, forged with the heart's blood of a divine beast, and raised his gray eyes.
"I am not an error."
"I define the end."
