Ten years ago, Lu Chen was found to possess a severed meridian, the Devouring Spirit Root. Any spiritual energy that entered his body was consumed. After ten years, he had still failed to advance beyond Qi Refining, and endured the world’s contempt and mockery. At the clan gathering ten years later, a single letter of repudiation stripped him of his family name and drove him out, leaving him an outcast with nowhere to turn.
Amid the storms in a desolate mountain, a mysterious old drunkard casually tossed him a battered copy of the Heaven-Devouring Scripture, tearing through ten years of despair. The Devouring Spirit Root was no good-for-nothing talent. It was an ancient, domineering path: “Use the body as a furnace and spiritual energy as fuel. Swallow it the moment it enters, then refine it through devouring!”
Once he set foot on this defiant path, strange phenomena began to appear. The Purifying Spirit Bureau pressed him at every turn and set up formations to surround and destroy him. Traveling north to the Qingyun Sect, he found a charred notebook and broken bones left behind by his late father, Lu Yuanshan, twenty years earlier. They revealed an age-old death trap: “There are insects in Black Mountain that devour fortune.” A vicious world-devouring insect stirred within him, taking the form of gray lines that ate into his heart meridians, seeking to refine him into a parasitic shell. Meanwhile, the head of the Enforcement Bureau arrived, intent on burning the remaining Devouring Spirit heretics to bone and soul.
Three generations of his ancestors had all died from backlash as their power burned within them, reduced to ash. Now, Lu Chen used his life as a flame, standing alongside the fire of ash, devouring without being consumed!
“The dead end my father couldn’t finish is mine to walk. If the Heavenly Dao tries to bind me, I’ll devour my way to a path that reaches the heavens!”
