Cultivation? No, I'm Devouring the Heavens

Lin Mo, a useless handyman of Qingyun Sect, is abandoned by his senior sister and thrown into the Cliff of Severed Immortals. Starving, he gnaws on rocks and accidentally awakens the [Taotie Demon Art], allowing him to devour all spiritual energy. 'Cultivation? No, I'm devouring the heavens!' He swallows the senior sister sent to kill him, crushes the golden core elder's flying sword, and goes from sect outcast to demon lord, from heavenly marshal to hell's unwelcome guest. Everywhere he goes, he leaves bite marks. Queen Mother's peaches? Dessert. Sun Wukong's staff? A fire poker. Blood Sea of Styx River? A hot pot. When Laozi tries to refine him, Lin Mo squats outside the Tushita Palace, deciding whether to braise or steam the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. A hilarious devouring story where the style gradually breaks down, devouring the entire mythological world. 'Don't mess with me; when I'm hungry, I'll even chew up the Heavenly Dao!'