World Eater

In Cangxuan Continent, good and evil have been fighting for thousands of years. The Confucian disciples of the Eastern Region have been having a headache recently - the mountain gate spiritual field was chewed down to nothing but the skin of the soil in the middle of the night, the spiritual power of the vigil disciples disappeared inexplicably, and even several ancient magical artifacts sealed in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain disappeared, leaving only a small tooth mark on the scene. A certain elder from the Western Demonic Abyss was even more depressed. The Nine Nether Demonic Flags, which had been refined in seclusion for hundreds of years, attracted thunder from the sky the day they were released. He was about to use the flags to control the thunder, but he found that the seven or forty-nine resentful soul beads inlaid on the flags were all empty shells, as if they had been sucked dry by something. Before the magic banner could survive the tribulation, it turned into rags first. A roar came from the depths of the demon forest in the southern region, and avalanches in the ice field in the northern region continued for three days. The Imperial Court of Zhongzhou changed the law overnight: "Those who steal spiritual objects will be killed, and those who eat spiritual objects... Behead the nine tribes?" The instigator of all this is currently lying in a grass nest in an unknown mountain in the Eastern Region, crossing his legs and directing a group of rice-sized black insects to form the three characters "righteous", "devil" and "demon". "Which restaurant should I eat today?" Zhang Yichen touched his chin and thought seriously about this big issue related to "people's livelihood". Around him, the black swarm of insects surged silently, as if in response.