Devouring the Gods

It wasn't until I crawled out of hell that I realized I was nothing but a leek under the gods' throne, watered with the blood of all living beings, only to be refined into a divine pill upon maturity. I've slain ghost generals, cut down deities, carried the bones of a million corpses, yet couldn't protect a mortal sister. In the end, I tore apart my own heart and formatted the lofty Heavenly Dao. Now, no one remembers my name, Lin Yuan. I am but a breeze passing through the new world, occasionally pausing to see whose candied hawthorns are still so sweet. — Description from novelcodex.org