Cao Feng transmigrated to the cultivation world and became a sect's pill-testing servant.
Day after day, he tested poisons with his own body, his flesh and blood used to refine medicine, enduring endless torment. In his darkest hour, he awakened a unique path of poison cultivation.
The world cultivated immortal arts of spiritual light, seeking the brilliance of the righteous path.
Only Cao Feng absorbed the world's turbid qi, baleful force, and resentful yin death energy. He nourished poisonous seeds with his flesh and blood, forged poison bones through suffering, and proved his path through slaughter.
The righteous path could not tolerate darkness, and the light could not tolerate poison cultivators.
The sect ostracized him, his fellow disciples feared him, and disciples from every sect hated him.
He fought and killed his way forward, clawing himself up from the lowliest mire. All he gained was a notorious name, with the entire world against him.
If the world has no place for me, then I will cover the heavens in poison and make a world of my own.
He trampled a blood-soaked path to the summit, crushing every accusation, hypocrisy, and shackle imposed by the righteous path.
But when he stood at the pinnacle of the world and looked down upon all living beings,
he suddenly turned around to see endless wind and snow behind him, with no one by his side.
It turned out
To be opposed by the whole world is still a battle you can fight.
To have no one at your back is the true, bone-deep cold.
