The Immortal Emperor Duanmu Xun had spent his life fighting bloody battles for his family, climbing over mountains of bones to reach the peak, only to be caught in a scheme devised by his own parents and siblings.
As his body turned to ash and his soul was on the verge of dispersing, a bloodstained crescent-moon pendant suddenly glimmered with a faint light. Carrying the last fragment of his soul, it plunged into a rift in time and space.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a frail youth with the same name. His spirit meridians were damaged, and he was bullied and humiliated.
In this life, the faint moon-shaped mark in his palm burned hot. It concealed a world of its own, and the supreme secret art, the Creation Devouring Art, had awakened along with his soul.
Devour pills, absorb spiritual energy, seize fortune, refine bloodlines... The former Immortal Emperor would begin his cultivation journey again from the humblest of beginnings.
When his elder brother came riding the clouds, hailed as a prodigy, and his loving mother pressed the family's iron decree on him, demanding he surrender his spirit bones, Duanmu Xun stood atop a mountain of corpses and laughed as he crushed the family order.
"In my previous life, you taught me what betrayal meant. In this life, I'll teach you what it means to be devoured."
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