I Dug Out My Bones and Faked My Death, Now the Immortal Maidens of My Sect Beg for Forgiveness

Shen Wuwang was the senior disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect. For the sake of his master and junior sisters, he willingly served as their blood bag, shielding them from countless heavenly tribulations.

But everything changed after the sect took in a junior disciple with a “Plunder System.”

A few tears from the junior brother, and his master crippled his cultivation. The junior brother coveted Shen Wuwang's Supreme Sword Bone, and his junior sisters joined forces to drive him to the brink of death.

“You owe this to the sect!”

Looking at their cold, heartless faces, Shen Wuwang finally gave up on them. Before everyone, he dug out his own sword bone, severed his life tablet, and leaped into the ten-thousand-zhang Demon Abyss, vanishing for good.

After his death, heavenly retribution descended. His master's cold poison flared up, and his junior sisters' cultivation plummeted.

Only then did they realize that Shen Wuwang had been bearing everything for them all along!

The entire sect was consumed with regret, desperately scouring the world for any trace he had left behind.

Yet months later, above the Demon Abyss,

Shen Wuwang wielded the [Two-Dimensional Foil] and commanded a [Stellar Destroyer], blasting a million demonic cultivators to smithereens.

A stunning Demon Empress and an overbearing Demon Venerable pulled him into their arms. “Who dares lay a finger on our Wuwang?”

Seeing Shen Wuwang doted on by the top powerhouses, and wielding all kinds of absurd magical treasures to slaughter his way across the battlefield, his master and junior sisters finally broke down. They fell to their knees, weeping and begging him to come back.

Shen Wuwang fired an antimatter cannon at their feet. “Get lost. A good horse never turns back to graze!”