Demon Slayer

I am an immortal, and there are no demons in this world.

I become a demon, and I slay gods and immortals.

With one thought, I cultivate the Dao; with another, I become a demon.

By chance, he obtains a mysterious blood ring that can refine blood into talismans.

Cultivating immortality is hard, and the path to heaven is beyond reach. The quest for the Dao is perilous, and every step on the road to eternal life teems with deadly traps.

Good and evil, the Dao and demons: he throws back his head and roars, his hair bristling with rage. Among billions of cultivators, who dares challenge him?

Right and wrong, truth and falsehood: he spills his fervent blood beneath the sky and tempers his Dao heart again and again. All he asks is to have a clear conscience.

An ordinary young man refines divine talismans with his blood and carves a path to immortality through a world bristling with thorns.