Thirty thousand years ago, he was the ruler of the Twelve Domains of the Burial Heaven Continent, the Godslayer Chu Yuan. On the day the Heavenly Road opened, his sworn brother Xuan Cang ran a sword through his heart from behind. His body was destroyed, and his soul drifted for thirty thousand years. All that remained of him was an extinguished life lamp.
Thirty thousand years later, he awoke in the body of a youth from Blackstone Town in the Blood Slaughter Domain, whose entire family had been wiped out. His dantian was empty, his meridians blocked, and everyone called him worthless. But with blood at the corner of his mouth, he laughed.
As long as I’m alive, that’s enough.
The world had changed. Spiritual energy had withered, the Nine Holy Lands towered above all, and the art of slaughter, once used to kill and seize lives, had been altered into a forbidden technique. But for Chu Yuan, this was the best of times. His cultivation method required only eight words:
Kill to seize lamps, grow stronger with every kill.
Slay one, and the lamp ignites. Slay ten, and its flame shines bright. Slay a hundred, and it spreads like wildfire. Slay a thousand, and it burns the heavens.
Starting with an unsharpened iron knife from the blacksmith’s shop in Blackstone Town, then the local tyrant Zhao Tianhu, then the Blood Saber Sect, Chu Yuan carved his way through the Blood Slaughter Domain. He won over his brother Qin Zhan, tamed his disciple Tu Su, and made the aloof Su family heiress Su Muxue willingly stand at his side.
But this was only the beginning.
His greater enemy was in the Tianshu Domain: Xuan Cang, Holy Lord of the Primordial Beginning, the man who had wielded that sword thirty thousand years ago, now the most exalted person in the entire Burial Heaven Continent. He was waiting for Chu Yuan. And Chu Yuan would come for him at last, leading a vast army, carrying an entire reborn world behind him, and bearing thirty thousand years of pent-up killing intent.
