For thousands of years, the Grand Preceptor had defended the Yin Dynasty, suppressing all threats to its peace and prosperity. If not for the four Holy Kings stealing most of his time, Wen Tianhua's cultivation would have reached the peak of sainthood by now. But in one night, one mysterious junior put an end to both the Holy Kings and Wen Tianhua—eating those local legends like vulgar snacks.
"Succulent. Wen Tianhua, you were a meal worth waiting for." Satisfied by Wen Tianhua's taste, Huan Yi stroked his lips—reminiscing all the moments of the Grand Preceptor's existence.
Huan Yi didn't just eat Wen Tianhua—he consumed him entirely, not sparing his Karmic Threads. And whenever the Demon Child ate someone's Karmic Threads, he was devouring much more than bloodline and cultivation. He was taking their entire existence in the process—experiencing one life in the skin of his victim.
