War ravages the land, while demons and monsters run rampant.

The mortal world is nothing more than a furnace, and all living beings are little more than fuel.

After transmigrating, Shen Hui finds himself as a Daoist priest of Qingfeng Temple on Qilu Mountain.

Originally, he only wished to meditate, cultivate his qi, and seek the eternal Dao of immortality.

Instead, he discovers an unexpected secret—

Every demon, ghost, or evil cultivator he slays grants him cultivation.

From that day onward, he straps a sword to his back, descends the mountain, and walks the mortal world.

Mountain spirits, thousand-year-old demon kings, ancient ferocious beasts, heretical cultivators, fiends, and devils...

Once his sword leaves its sheath, all become souls beneath its edge.

With every battle, his cultivation soars. Wherever his blade points, breakthroughs come as effortlessly as splitting bamboo.

Fire, water, wood, earth, metal, lightning—there is no Daoist art he cannot master.

Some mock him for caring nothing about the scriptures, calling him nothing more than a reckless brute.

Some claim that because he ignores karma, he'll never amount to anything.

Some insist that his disrespect for gods and Buddhas will surely invite heavenly punishment.

Others say that without comprehending the Great Dao, he is destined to return to dust.

Shen Hui merely smiles. Blood still drips from the tip of his sword as he replies,

"Enough with the idle chatter. Words are worthless. Once I've carved out an age of peace with my own hands, there will be plenty of great scholars left to argue the scriptures for me."