Magic Descends on the Wasteland

Deep beneath the underground palace, the Ancestor of All Demons asked him:

"Become a demon: everyone will point at you and spit on you, and there'll be nowhere in this vast world you can go. Are you sure?"

Chen Wuxiao lay in a pool of blood, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"So what if I become a demon? So what if I don't? I'll choose whatever path lets me protect her."

From Huang Jiu to Demon Ding, from a good-for-nothing to something beyond words.

This is a road with no turning back.