On the day of the talent assessment, Lin Chen tested at Rank F.
The whole school mocked him. His ex-girlfriend crushed their keepsake right in front of him, and Zhao Tianyu kicked his desk to pieces.
His mother worked day and night in shifts at a textile mill, saving money to buy him cultivation resources while eating nothing but thin porridge and pickles herself.
He had no idea that a power of devouring, dormant for ten thousand years, lay within his ancestral ring.
An F-rank good-for-nothing awakens the Chaos Devouring Dao Body overnight.
From that day on, no one in Jiang City dares mock him. But he doesn’t know that the Shadow Hall is already watching him in secret, that his mother’s identity is far more complicated than he imagined, or that an otherworldly demon god sealed away for three thousand years is slowly awakening on the other side of the rift.
Devour all things and defy fate.
He touched the milk candy his mother had slipped into his pocket. It was the strongest support in the whole world.
