by jex_yeh
They called him a joke. A fallen heir. A walking punchline. The boy even campus beauties used for mockery. They had no idea. He remembers everything now. The betrayal. The Four Emperors who circled as he died. His wife—waiting in a coffin with three years left to hold her. And the technique that killed everyone who ever dared use it. The Netherworld Soul-Devouring Scripture. They say no one survives. Chu Tian smiles. He has already made his choice. Three years. A galaxy of enemies. A body so weak it could barely lift a schoolbag. Now he walks through Jiangzhou like a blade wrapped in silk. The goddesses who mocked him chase shadows. The powerful learn that money is paper against true force. He fell once. He will not fall again. Demon and immortal. Body and soul. The forbidden path everyone who walked it died walking. Chu Tian doesn't intend to die. He intends to conquer.
