The dynasty is in its final years, and the empire is on the brink of collapse.
Natural disasters strike one after another, demons run rampant, corrupt officials gnaw away at the dynasty, and the gentry and gangs oppress the common people.
After arriving in this chaotic world, Wang Yun becomes a constable.
He gains a golden finger: killing enemies grants him cultivation, rapidly advancing his martial arts realm.
Kill a Skin Realm martial artist, gain three years of cultivation.
Kill a Flesh Realm demon, gain ten years of cultivation.
Kill a thousand-year-old demon king, gain a hundred years of cultivation.
From then on, while others toil at their training, he treads over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, becoming the Demon Lord of the mortal realm.
A gifted genius can cultivate for years and still fall short of what he gains from killing one person or slaying one demon.
Whether you’re a king, noble, high minister, aristocratic scion, thousand-year-old demon king, or emperor of the dynasty, Wang Yun will kill you with one stroke!
Who knows how many days and months later...
“I’ve heard that above the Nine Heavens, immortals fish for all living things and Buddhas toy with causality. Untouched by the mortal world, they watch the heavens fall and treat all living beings as playthings!”
Wang Yun gazes through the clouds high above and meets the eyes of the countless gods and Buddhas standing in the heavens.
Then he swings his blade.
“True Immortals, Ancient Buddhas, I invite you all to die, so I may prove my Great Dao!”
