Until he turned eighteen, Shen Mo bore the label of an F-rank good-for-nothing, enduring contempt and endless ridicule.
At the brink of despair, he awakened the divine talent known as Myriad Forms Devourment.
He didn't need to cultivate for countless years or seek out ancient legacies.
As long as an opponent erupted with intense negative emotions, he could plunder all their talents and abilities.
Sacred physiques, divine bones, ancient Overlord bodies, laws of thunder... Every kind of talent could become his own.
A provincial genius came looking for trouble. His talent was stripped away in a second.
A sect's direct disciple acted like he was above the world. In an instant, his cultivation was wiped out.
Shen Mo swept the national prodigy tournament, ascended to the pinnacle as the supreme youth, and broke through his limits to become an SSS-rank True God.
The Dark Council, dormant for a century, brought out every last asset it possessed. Nine Dark True Gods descended upon the mortal world, and the flames of war were about to engulf the land.
The whole world was terrified, and the people were plunged into despair.
Only the young man stood atop his homeland, smiling lightly in the wind.
"Since you've come all this way, leave behind the divine origins you carry."
