Sacrificed from the Start, I Summon the Lord of Gods and Demons

Shen Yuan died twice.

The first time, a cup of poisoned wine sent him to his death, given to him by the younger brother he'd trusted for twenty years.

The second time, on the altar, the one who wanted to feed his flesh and blood to a demon god was his "dear" elder brother, Shen Lie.

An outcast of the Shen family, his life was worth less than a blade of grass. At fifteen, he was banished to a side courtyard, where he ate leftovers and wore hand-me-downs, living worse than a dog.

Today, they were going to sacrifice even his life.

But they didn't know...

Even a sacrificial offering can wake up.

The altar reversed, and the bloodlight flowed backward. The Myriad Worlds Summoning Stele awakened beneath his feet:

[Rule One: Sacrifice your enemies, and gods and demons will bow before you.]

The demon god about to descend and devour all living things actually knelt at his feet in front of everyone.

The cultivation of Shen Lie's entire line was drained away inch by inch, turning them into the next offerings.

In the deathly silence of the city, Shen Yuan said simply:

"Now, it's your turn to be the offerings."

From then on, one ironclad law spread across the continent:

Anyone who wants to kill Shen Yuan must first consider whether they're worthy of being sacrificed;

Anyone who dares lay a hand on Shen Yuan will have gods and demons exact his revenge.

Soul Eater, Taotie, Zhuyin... Gods and demons from all the worlds were forcibly contracted one by one, fighting for him.

The sacrificial offering rankings spread from the imperial capital, shocking the world: the outcast who'd been sacrificed was turning the gods and demons of the heavens into his servants, one by one.

But Shen Yuan never wanted merely to survive.

He would put every person who had once trampled on him upon the altar, one by one.

Blood for blood, sacrifice as his path.

One day, the heavens above all the worlds would bear the surname Shen.