Soul-Devouring Demon Lord

Ten thousand years ago, the Soul-Devouring Demon Venerable was stabbed through the heart by his own chosen disciple and pushed into the Chaos Tide as a sacrifice. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Qin Xuan, a soulless nobody whom everyone in the Qingyun Sect could bully. With his dantian crushed, he lay at the bottom of the three-hundred-li-deep Demon Burial Abyss, waiting to die. Abyss rats crawled out to gnaw on the navels of the living. Qin Xuan clenched a sharp stone, and a ball of black light seeped from his palm. The trash martial soul, ranked Huang Grade One, that the entire sect mocked wrapped around the abyss rat's head. The rat shriveled, his shattered bones mended, and a pulsing seed appeared in his spiritual sea.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Soul had awakened.

He set a trap for his senior brother and devoured his soul in front of everyone. He pierced the iron-blooded hall master through the heart with a halberd. The Qingyun ancestor was a gatekeeper for the Divine Court, so he killed him. The Supreme Mystic Saint Lord was the chosen disciple who had betrayed him all those years ago, so he slew him. When the demon hunters issued a kill order, he killed them instead. The nine fragments of the Soul-Devouring Halberd were scattered throughout the heavens, so he found them one by one. The nine lost volumes of the Black Heaven Demon Codex were scattered across the myriad realms, so he devoured them one by one.

Only after killing his way to the end did he discover that the Divine Court was raising another sacrifice: a young demon cultivator more talented than he had been in his previous life. Should he save him, or offer him up?

Qin Xuan had only one answer: A demon cultivator must first learn not to kneel.