I Devour All Daos with the Seeds of Death

Between heaven and earth stands a Dao Tree, whose branches are the three thousand Great Daos. People plant Dao Seeds and cultivate the Great Daos, believing the Dao Tree to be the foundation of all ages. But no one knows that the Dao Tree has long since withered, and all three thousand Great Daos are dead branches. Ye Chen, an outer disciple, was once a once-in-a-century genius. But when his Dao Seed mutated and turned pitch-black, the elders declared it an “ominous dead seed.” His senior brother cruelly stole it, and the sect cast him out. After he fell into a mass grave, the true dead seed within him unexpectedly awakened. He cannot cultivate or sense spiritual qi. He can only devour. Devour one Dao Seed, and a spark of life appears; devour thousands upon thousands, and the dead seed will come back to life. The price is that heavenly tribulations rain down, each more savage than the last.

“My seed has no need of the Dao Tree.” Beneath the heavenly tribulations, new leaves sprout from dead wood; above the nine heavens, the myriad Daos are about to collapse.