Qingluan Eats the Immortal Record

I was once the orphan of Qingluan, inhabiting the auspicious nest, until the butcher knife of the Demon Hunting Hall chopped everything to pieces, and I was the only one who shouldered the blood feud and fell into the mortal world. In the human world, the first lesson I learned was to hide. Hide the evil spirit, hide the hatred, hide the self named Xuan Ye. I thought I could get some respite by pretending, but in the end my disguise was torn apart by sharp claws in the shadows, and I was dragged into an abyss more desperate than death - the Demon Suppressing Tower of the Demon Hunting Hall. There, I met Him, the great demon of the surrender faction who was both a servant and a teacher. He used cruelty as a whip to ignite the taboo power hidden deep in my blood: Devouring. He said: "If you want to kill an immortal, you must first become an immortal. Use their way to forge your sword." I swallowed the demon pill, swallowed the immortal essence, turned all laws into firewood, and ignited the fire that burned the sky. I crawled back to the human world from purgatory, with hundreds of surrendered tribes behind me, and the bones of immortals and gods beneath my feet. They called me the "Dark Night Demon King" and regarded me as a disaster that would subvert the three realms. But I know that the real darkness is not the flame of revenge, but the hypocritical way of heaven itself. The Demon Hunting Palace is just a chess piece, and the gods are not the end. I want to swallow this corrupt order together with the false gods in the sky! On this road, I don't seek immortals or worship gods. I just use my Qingluan body to walk the path of devouring immortals and redefine the world!​