Demon Lord of Dual Cultivation
[Chaotic Neutral , Dark Cultivation World, Dual Cultivation, Refine human]
I transmigrated to a Cultivation Realm, seeking enlightenment within the hallowed halls of a righteous sect. But I soon learned that the so-called saints were more monstrous than any demon, devouring the innocent and the weak without a trace. Their "righteousness" was nothing but a gilded excuse for slaughter.
"The Great Dao is a boundless sky, yet for me, there is no path, no escape."
My name is Jiang Fenghuo. In a world where power is the only truth, I learned that survival is the only war. Born with crippled spiritual roots—a cosmic jest—the path of cultivation was forever barred to me. But fate bestowed upon me the *Golden Light Sutra*, a chance to wrest a sliver of life, a thread of destiny, from the endless cycle of death and rebirth.
Blessed, or cursed, with the power of foresight, I swallowed my pride and offered my very flesh as a Human Cauldron to a demonic enchantress. In her arms, I feigned servitude, all to steal the forbidden secrets of her *Human Refining Demon Art*.
I stole another man’s remnant-soul master and took her as my own teacher. She schemed to seize my body for her own; I plotted to use her as a stepping stone to immortality. Beneath the veneer of devoted master and disciple was a dance of daggers, a battle of wills where every smile hid a blade.
I am not a man driven by greed, yet to claw my way from a pawn to the player, I became the master of the Joyous Dual Cultivation Sect.
I was never meant to walk the demonic path. Yet the road of blood became my only way home.
Centuries later, the world shudders at the name of the Demon Lord of Dual Cultivation, Jiang FengHuo. I can only sigh. "This life has been too cruel. It forced my hand, drove me down this path. To say one walks on thin ice is merely to describe my existence."
At these words, the most powerful cultivators of the age fall to their knees, trembling in terror. "My Lord, please, do not say such things! You are the very pinnacle of righteousness! If one such as you were to be called a devil, then what hope is there for the rest of us? We would all be monsters."