Xiao Yuan was a student on Earth in his previous life, but his soul crossed over to this world, where from the start he was branded a useless failure with the lowest-grade spiritual root, abandoned by his family. He didn’t believe in fate, worship the gods, or give a damn about hypocritical morality. He knew this much: justice is a cloak for the powerful, and morality is a shroud for the weak.
When the world cried, “If you see injustice, draw your blade!” Xiao Yuan watched with cold indifference. When others boasted of “protecting those around them,” he had already slaughtered an entire village that stood in his way, all for a single breakthrough pill. He was darker than the villains and more vicious than the demon lords. The main branch exploiting the collateral branches? Sect elders abusing their power for personal gain? Xiao Yuan passed no judgment. He did only one thing: crushed this hypocritical pyramid, along with everyone at the top who profited from it, then claimed the resources for himself.
“What makes virtue good? People believe it keeps society stable and protects the individual. But when it becomes a shackle that threatens your survival, you should smash it.”
Xiao Yuan was no saint, no hot-blooded hero, and had no interest in romance. Wealth, beauty, and power were all fleeting to him. Only the words “eternal life” were etched into his bones. He didn’t care whether eternal life truly existed. What he enjoyed was the journey through despair and slaughter, treading over billions of corpses. To know life is to know death, and to know death is to know life. That was what made his life extraordinary.
