Against the Immortals in an Ashen World

Genius, dark, no romance. My master took me in to eat me. The sect raised me for my Sword Bones. And the Heavenly Dao itself was the greatest devourer of all. I had no golden finger, no old sage to guide me. All I had were seven years of patience, seven years of plotting, and seven years hiding my killing move within my heart meridians. At the grand tournament, I killed my master with one sword strike. I left the sect and was hunted by the whole world. I fled into the Valley of Buried Swords and fused with 122 withered bones, each one carrying the hatred and resentment of a harvested genius. I killed the master of the Longevity Pavilion, slew the Blood God Cult leader, slaughtered five sects, wiped out the Soul Refining Hall, and changed the Heavenly Dao. I wasn't cultivating immortality. I was defying the immortals. By the time I reached the end, I discovered that the greatest enemy wasn't the immortals, but the very act of devouring others. So I changed the rules: “You can live forever without eating people.”