His father was killed by the household god, and the wild god worshiped by his clan was waiting to devour his whole family.
Qi Kun chose to draw his blade. He sacrificed his clan's hundred-year-old wild god to the mysterious Daoist book in his sea of consciousness.
"Sacrifice gods and demons, and you may ask the Dao for immortality."
From then on, he walked a path unlike any other.
While other cultivators prayed to gods and buddhas and offered them incense, he cut them down one by one and sacrificed them all.
Not enough wild gods? Slay them! Demon sect masters? Slay them! Liao-Rong ancestral spirits? Slay them! A chi dragon transforming into a jiao? He'd slay that too!
But after carving his way through the Northern Frontier and cutting down every demon god in his path, just as he was preparing to live freely and forever, he discovered that an even greater "god" was watching him from above this world.
The Supreme Emperor Haotian slowly opened his eyes in the Nine Heavens.
Qi Kun raised his head and grinned.
"You're my next sacrifice."
