Devouring My Master: Starting by Slaying the Ancestor

Wei Yi, a disciple of the Alchemy Sect, a third-rate sect, was unexpectedly taken in as the old ancestor's personal disciple after joining the sect.

He knew this wasn't a stroke of luck. It was a feast that would cost him his life.

The upper sect was about to choose its disciples, and the old ancestor was nearing the end of his lifespan. He desperately needed a fine body to possess and return to life.

That day, candlelight flickered in the old ancestor's cave abode. A withered hand rested on Wei Yi's crown, and the old ancestor smiled sinisterly. "My good disciple, lending your body to your master is a blessing you've earned over several lifetimes."

But when the old ancestor's soul entered Wei Yi's sea of consciousness, it discovered in terror that deep within his seemingly empty spirit root lurked a... Heaven-Devouring Behemoth, one even the Heavenly Dao had failed to notice.

"Master," Wei Yi opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth curling in a way that wasn't his own. "Your old bones seem a little tough."

That day, the Alchemy Sect lost an old ancestor and gained a dried-up corpse.

That day, carrying a blood feud, Wei Yi fled into the vast darkness of night without looking back.