Master Devourer: Starting with Killing the Ancestor

Wei Yi, a disciple of the third-rate sect Alchemy Sect, is unexpectedly accepted as a closed-door disciple by the sect's ancestor. He knows this is not an opportunity but a feast of death. The upper sect is about to select disciples, and the ancestor's lifespan is running out, urgently needing a fine vessel for soul possession. That day, in the ancestor's cave dwelling, candlelight flickered as a withered hand rested on his crown chakra, a sinister smile: 'Good disciple, lending your body to your master is a blessing you've cultivated for several lifetimes.' However, when the ancestor's soul invaded his consciousness, he was horrified to find that deep within the seemingly empty spiritual root lurked a sky-devouring beast that even the Heavenly Dao had not detected. 'Master,' Wei Yi opened his eyes, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth that did not belong to him, 'your old bones seem a bit tough.' That day, the Alchemy Sect lost an ancestor and gained a withered corpse. That day, Wei Yi, bearing a blood feud, fled into the vast darkness without looking back.