A Menial Disciple Fell to Darkness to Save His Sister, Only to Become a Saint

Have you ever wondered whether ancient lingering thoughts from the previous era lie hidden beneath the bustling world of cultivation? Have you ever wondered whether, at the end of tribulation and ascension, what awaits you is not the Immortal Realm, but a Dao embryo with its heart removed? Have you ever wondered whether every act of protection, every sacrifice, every killing in your life was never your choice at all? My name is Lin Mo, the lowliest servant disciple of the Qingyun Sect. I have no spiritual root, no talent, only a younger sister, A Li, who is so badly burned she has barely a breath left. Everyone says mortals aren’t worth saving. Then I’ll save her myself. I test medicines and stop bleeding with burning-hot hands. In forbidden grounds, I use my blood to lure demon beasts. When fellow disciples die, I use their bodies as bait. When there aren’t enough bodies, I make more. I go from killing one person to wiping out the entire demonic path, from cutting my way through the Mortal Realm to the Immortal Realm, then from the Immortal Realm to making all three realms kneel. Everyone fears me and calls me the Holy Lord. I don’t care. There’s only one thing I care about: when will she come back to life?