Dao God of the Demonic Path

An eerie smile spread across his face. If the heavens wouldn't open a door, he would carve one out with a blade. Five years passed. By twenty, Han Tianyi had become the iron pillar of the Han Clan. Under his plan, the clan’s resources doubled. He deciphered lost scriptures, reviving techniques that turned the Han disciples into a terrifying force. Neighboring realms spoke his name with a mix of awe and dread. To the world, he was the Peerless Strategist. To himself, he was a farmer fattening the cattle for slaughter. By then, no one dared question him. And so, he moved. In the dead of night, a secret message reached the Yu Clan: "I will give you the Han Clan. In exchange, I want your ancient scriptures." The Yu Clan didn't hesitate. They knew the story of the "Cursed Heir" and the "Abandoned Son." Why would they fear a deal with a mortal? To them, he was a tool they could crush the moment the job was done. When their agreement arrived, Tianyi’s laughter shattered th

After five days of riding, Han Tian Yi finally arrived at the branch clan of his family. Hidden deep in a remote mountain range, the land was infested with ferocious beasts—ordinary mortals would never dare enter.Even now, the wind carried the faint scent of predator and decay, and the distant roar of some unseen creature sent a shiver down the spine of any human who lingered too long.It was the same place he had first descended into the mortal world.The branch patriarch of the He Clan, the Han Clan’s subsidiary, stepped forward to greet him.“Welcome back, Young Master.” He said, bowing deeply. Though he was the only Immortal stationed here, his mere presence could erase a mortal settlement. To the humans below, he was a god.This was He Feng.Though Han Tian Yi was still a “mortal,” his status as the eldest son of the Han Clan patriarch placed him above He Feng. Respect was owed.Immediately, He Feng sensed something unusual—a spiritual root.Even the lowest grade was still a

Han Tian Yi noticed how many clothes Xiao’er was placing into the empty spatial ring. The faint rustle of silk and the soft clink of jade accessories filled the quiet room. “There’s no need to bring so many clothes, my wife.” he said gently, his voice carrying a calm warmth. “In the higher realm, I will buy you the most beautiful and expensive robes there are.” “B-But… husband… I don’t want to burden you…” she whispered, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted a delicate hairpin. In truth, Xiao’er was afraid. Han Tian Yi came from a high-ranking Immortal Clan, while her own clan could barely be considered one. She herself was only at the early stage of the Qi Gathering Realm. Her heartbeat quickened as she imagined the consequences of failing him. If she were not careful, she feared she would one day be cast aside. Aside from her beauty, she felt she had nothing to offer. Before those thoughts could consume her, Han Tian Yi suddenly pulled her into a firm embrace. The

Within Han Tian Yi’s residence, a month passed in silence.The room remained dim, curtains drawn, incense long extinguished. Han Tian Yi sat before a low table, fingers resting against his temple as if weighing something heavy in his mind.A faint murmur slipped past his lips.“So I still have to descend to the mortal realm…”His gaze lowered to his own body, brows tightening almost imperceptibly. A quiet sigh followed, shallow and restrained, yet laced with irritation.“This body… truly troublesome.”Before him, the Human Skin scripture lay open. Its pages were filled with twisted, ominous symbols that seemed to crawl across the parchment. He turned a page slowly. Then another. And another.With every line his eyes traced, the air around him grew colder. The faint light in his pupils dimmed, replaced by something heavier, more calculating.His fingers paused on one passage.“If I dig deeper… there should be clues.”He lifted his hand and flicked his sleeve casually.The formation in

The stone door slid open with a low rumble.After five years, Han Tian Yi finally stepped out of the spiritual cultivation chamber.His steps were steady, yet the moment he straightened his back, a faint stiffness spread through his limbs. A dull ache lingered in his body from years of sitting.But the discomfort in his chest was far heavier.His cultivation had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.And stopped.His fingers brushed lightly against his chest.Empty and unmoving.To advance… he would need another Heaven-defying blessed body constitution to stabilize his realm.Otherwise, this was the end of the road.A servant’s quiet whisper caught his attention.Four years ago, Han Tian Shi began cultivating.Now, he was fourteen.And his spiritual root—Han Tian Yi’s steps halted in the courtyard.The wind stirred, rustling his sleeves as the words echoed in his mind again.Primordial Root of Chaos.The origin of all Dao.His jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth."