The Demon Lord’s Cultivation Keeps Falling

The paths of demonic cultivation, immortal cultivation, and body refinement all lead to ascension.

At that gate, I glimpsed the most beautiful scenery, then fell into the deepest abyss.

A copper coin, mottled with rust, became the most vicious curse of all:

From then on, my cultivation could only decline, never increase.

As I watched my sworn brothers from days gone by attack me with their deadliest moves, even I, the Supreme of the Demonic Path, was momentarily dazed.

With the gate about to close, I leaped forward and made it through just an instant before it shut. I put everything I had into that jump, because I knew that if I failed to make it across, I would face eternal damnation.

But I did not arrive in the so-called Heavenly Spirit Realm. Instead, I came to an unknown world. This place was rather similar to the one I had once lived in, so it seemed the legendary three thousand worlds really did exist.

The ancient copper coin devoured my cultivation within me at a frenzied pace. No matter how I struggled, I could not change a thing.

After learning a little about this world, inspiration struck. Before my cultivation could fall too far, I began searching everywhere for powerful people to fight. From then on, a new legend spread among the common folk: a demonic cultivator had appeared out of nowhere, gathering the life souls of powerful people wherever he went, and no one could defeat him...

A thousand years have passed. The copper coin has devoured nearly all my cultivation, and I, once an ancient Divine Transformation cultivator, have fallen to the Qi Refining stage. Fortunately, I hold the life souls of countless powerful people, and can summon Nascent Soul cultivators to protect me when danger strikes, so I can still defend myself. But a thousand years have passed, and I still haven’t found a way to resist this copper coin...