[Deluded Perceptions] [Extreme Demonic Cultivation] [Gluttonous Feasting] [Misunderstandings]
Everyone knows that the gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters of this world devour people and peel off their skin. It's an endless hell for mortal cultivators.
But Chen Changsheng, who transmigrated here, can only stare up at the gods and Buddhas with drool running down his chin.
Because he can't read a single character.
A mysterious old man forces a manual of pure Yang cultivation, the Overlord Body Art, into his hands.
He holds it upside down and blindly follows the illustrations. By a fluke, he cultivates the long-lost Extreme Dao Heaven-Devouring Demonic Body, and even binds himself to a Heaven-Spanning Show-Off System.
The Heavenly Dao jade slips that others revere? He sprinkles on cumin and crunches them like crackers.
The protective formation that a prestigious sect treats as sacred? He smashes it with one slap, just to rush into the cafeteria and grab a pig's leg.
The golden core tribulation lightning descending from the Ninth Heaven? He catches it in a broken bowl and uses it as charcoal to roast demon beast meat.
The Buddhist relics of Arhats? He thinks they're too hard and hurt his teeth, so he casually trades them for half a bowl of meat soup.
The righteous sect's prodigies sever their romantic attachments just to cut meat for him and serve as his followers.
A Nascent Soul sect master hears him say, "Break free from the shackles of written language," and is so terrified that his Dao heart goes into overdrive and he forcibly achieves enlightenment on the spot.
And so, under everyone's wild imaginings, a pure-hearted glutton who only wants to eat his fill inexplicably becomes the primordial world-ending demon lord feared by all the gods and demons of the heavens.
That day, an ancient great demon summoned a heavenly tribulation, countless immortal sect warships surrounded them, and righteous sects and demonic sects alike knelt to receive the decree.
Chen Changsheng walks out of the mountain gate, holding his broken bowl and wiping the grease from his mouth, his face full of confusion.
"Why all this pomp and circumstance...? Is this Demon Emperor steamed or braised?"
The souls of the powerful across the entire continent shatter, and their Dao hearts collapse.
"This old demon... Is he planning to use the whole continent as a snack to go with his wine?! We can't afford to provoke him. Run!"
