[Fellow Daoist, I have two questions. Please enlighten me.]
[First, where are we? Which sect is stationed here, and what great masters does it have?]
[Second, would you lend me your life?]
Chen Weiyao, a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Slaughter Dao, was on the verge of entering the Void when she died beneath thunder and flame.
When she opened her eyes again, she had landed in the body of a frail young woman with a heart condition in another world, a girl about to be sacrificed to an immortal sect and turned into ingredients for pills.
Chen Weiyao: Why do all you fellow Daoists look like demonic cultivators? I'll kill you.
The mortal realm lay under heavy clouds, and all nine provinces bowed to the Jade Palace in the sky. Even the most ordinary little sects dared to abduct people at will, treating mortals like livestock.
Chen Weiyao: Why aren't you running from me? Looks like you want to help me cultivate. I'll kill you.
The path of the Slaughter Dao was unimaginably difficult. Every step had to be paved with the bones and blood of orthodox cultivators. Before coming to this world, Chen Weiyao had always thought that was common knowledge.
After arriving in this world, she discovered that these brazen cultivators were not only everywhere, but when they saw a practitioner of the Slaughter Dao, they didn't even try to avoid her!
What do you mean, "Fellow Daoist, stop"? What do you mean, "Senior, please spare my life"? Save your breath and explain yourself to the Slaughter Dao!
Only after reforging her heart aperture and returning to the Nascent Soul stage did Chen Weiyao look back and wonder: Hey, why are you mortals calling me a sage?
I'm a demonic cultivator!
A cultivation novel about slaying immortals and eliminating the orthodox path, pure power fantasy.
There is a male lead. He appears within the first 20% of the story.
The plot-to-romance ratio is 7:3.
Theme: Take responsibility for the fate of all living beings.