[No System] [No Transmigration] [Multiple Heroines] [Long Novel] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Smart Protagonist] [Demon-God Blade Prison] [Dark Cultivation] [Satisfying Payoffs in the Mid-to-Late Stages]
"Chu Feng, draw your blade. Borrow this one's ancient godly baleful aura, and you can level all three thousand Immortal Sects in an instant."
Deep within his sea of consciousness, an ancient goddess, pierced through and through by chains that had held her for ten thousand years, sneered as she spoke in a bone-corroding demonic voice.
Chu Feng stood in the Ten-Thousand-Blade Sword Abyss, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, the demonic saber Ye Lan, tightly wrapped in coarse hemp, let out a bloodthirsty, savage cry.
Besides the Pure Yang Buzhou Golden Core in his dantian, a Blade Prison was sealed even deeper within him.
Locked inside were six extraterrestrial gods who had once slaughtered their way through the Myriad Worlds.
"What's the hurry?"
Beneath his bronze, featureless mask, the young man clenched his five fingers around the three-foot green blade in his hand, its killing intent razor-sharp. His eyes were as still as an ancient well.
"With your power, this blade can slay gods. But the hand wielding it has to belong to me, Chu Feng."
The feud that wiped out his family, the secret behind a god's fall: all the immortals and Buddhas of the Myriad Worlds see him as an ant waiting to be slaughtered.
Everyone says he cultivates the most wicked demonic arts and has fallen into the deepest hell.
Only he knows the truth:
Devour divine bones, fuse demonic blood, wield the blade of slaughter.
When he has carved his way through all thirty-three Heavens...
God or demon, I will still be me!
