I transmigrated into the stars and became a good-for-nothing with no elemental power. Because of that, my entire family was slaughtered.
While fleeing to a garbage planet, I found a dying phantom beast egg.
Others raise phantom beasts. I rely on mine to devour and evolve: metal, energy, enemy beasts, even stars are all food to me.
My old enemies laugh at me for having no talent for elemental power, unaware that my phantom beast hails from the dawn of the divine age, and that the law of devouring clenched in my palm is something even Heaven's Dao fears.
In this life, across the countless realms beneath the stars, I will devour my way to supremacy.
