The cultivator was a weapon and nothing more, a tool to be used at the whims of his capricious masters. Trained to kill without hesitation and stripped of ambition, he was a husk, an empty man aimed to shatter the heavens and split the earth if his master willed. This story ain't about him. That's the cultivator looking down over the falls, standing on the water. You see that body flying over the falls? The limp one being going over the edge because of said cultivator? Yeah, that's Hou Chengyu... Or was him. He was a cultivator too. Now that's me. Hou died and I ended up in his head rent-free, with a firsthand object lesson as to why I wanted none of this as a package deal. I'm a writer, not a fighter. Cultivation? Why bother. Immortality? Who needs it. Power? Too much hassle. Unraveling the Mysteries of the universe? Sounds like a good story to write, not live. Life and death wars between the Noble and Evil Sects? Buh-Bye, I'll be sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out. But here I am, in Hou's body, hurtling towards the bottom of the waterfall. It's like a dream, or a nightmare, where you're falling and can't wake up. Only I have and damn, if I'm going to play along. I'm going to make like a runaway train and fly off these tracks, thank you very much. All Aboard the 'Devil On Heels' Express! Destination: Anywhere But Here. Cover Art done by the amazing Katsumi-Kin.