Leon the Lion King, whose real name was Wyatt Wang, was a loser college student before transmigrating. To save a campus beauty who had fallen into the water, he ended up losing his own life. Fortunately, fate gave him another chance, and he was reborn into this cultivation world.
Unfortunately, his transmigration didn’t put him in a human body, but into a small lion cub that had already been shot dead by hunters, right in the middle of a monster-infested beast forest. So for the first month after crossing over, he was constantly running for his life—a pretty tragic start.
On top of that, his human soul inside refused to eat raw meat, so he survived only on wild fruit and nearly starved to death.
Luckily, his luck turned when, while being chased by a wild boar, he fell into a valley and accidentally ate a strange spirit fruit. This massively boosted his physique and awakened a faint trace of Swallowing Heaven Lion divine-beast bloodline hidden deep within his body.
He also gained a fragmentary cultivation method belonging to the Swallowing Heaven Lion clan.
Even though he had awakened the Swallowing Heaven Lion bloodline, it was still too faint and impure to count as genuine, so his strength wasn’t much—only around the seventh or eighth layer of Qi-Refining.
To survive and fill his belly, he finally overcame his mental barrier and started hunting the various wild beasts in the valley.
The Swallowing Heaven Lion clan’s cultivation method was quite powerful—it allowed him to steadily absorb the essence of heaven and earth, or directly devour other living beings to extract their essence and strengthen his body.
After slaughtering every beast in the valley, Wyatt finally reached Foundation Establishment and left that place behind.
Twenty years later, he condensed a demon core and successfully took on human form.
Once he regained human form, he couldn’t resist temptation and left the monster forest for the human world.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to conceal his demonic aura. As soon as he entered the human world, he was hunted by cultivators.
Several times, he nearly died under the flying swords and magic treasures of those cultivators.
Maybe the heavens took pity on him, because he narrowly escaped death again and again.
Eventually he figured out why he was being hunted: because he was a demon, his flesh and demon core were considered precious medicine by cultivators. And since he couldn’t hide his demonic aura, he was way too conspicuous.
Once he understood that, he went straight back to the monster forest, where he trained like crazy and hunted vicious beasts, fierce monsters, and even weaker demons.
This time, it took him a hundred years to reach the Soul-Split stage, and he finally learned how to conceal his own demonic aura.
So, he set foot in the human world once again.
This time, he spent several decades in the human world without being discovered, even managing to blend into a top-tier sect as an ordinary elder.
But when he broke through to mid Soul-Split, he accidentally leaked demonic aura and was discovered by people from that sect.
Humans and demons are natural enemies. Even though Leon had no hostility toward humans—in fact, he considered them his own kind—the people of that sect didn’t think so. They saw him as a threat, even as a demon spy.
After a brutal fight, Leon managed to escape from that top-tier sect, but he was relentlessly pursued.
He fled for years, and his cultivation broke through again, reaching late Soul-Split. In the end, he was captured by a Fusion-stage expert from the Prime One Church. Since his killings weren’t considered too severe, the expert didn’t kill him outright, but tossed him into the Demon Prison instead.
Thousands of years passed. By devouring the living beings inside the Demon Prison, his cultivation finally reached late Fusion, and he began to rule over the Second Tier.
After hearing Leon’s rant, Ian couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him and asked, “So, what are your plans for the future?”
Leon grinned, "I’ve already told you my story. What about you?" He stared at Ian.
"Me? I came to this world of my own free will," Ian replied.
"What?"
Leon was stunned, then blurted out in disbelief, "Wait, you can transmigrate on purpose? ... Can you go back, too?"
"I can!"
Ian nodded in response to Leon’s hopeful gaze.
Leon’s face showed barely contained excitement. Anyone who’s read transmigration novels has dreamed of crossing over themselves, but as a real transmigrator, Leon would say: it’s not as great as it sounds. He’s suffered a lot over the years.
If he could choose again, he’d rather not transmigrate at all.
Thinking of this, he looked at Ian and pleaded, "When you go back, can you take me with you?"
"Transmigration isn’t just a walk in the park—it’s tough, you know!" Ian said, half-smiling at Leon.
Leon might have been a loser college kid before crossing over, but after everything he’s been through, he’s become extremely shrewd. He instantly grasped what Ian meant and said, "Alright, what’s your condition?"
"Simple. Before I go back, you have to serve me wholeheartedly!" Ian said slowly.
Leon’s expression changed, a sharp light flickered in his eyes, but as time passed, that sharpness faded. He said calmly, "I can serve you, but you have to get me out of Demon Prison first!"
"I don’t do negotiations!" Ian shook his head. "I came here today planning to subdue you by force, but since we’re both transmigrators, I’m giving you a chance."
Leon suddenly sneered, "You talk big—let’s see if you’ve got the skills to back it up!" A fierce aura erupted from his body, enveloping the area. Ian instantly felt enormous pressure, his expression turning serious as he raised his spirit sword:
"You’ll only know if you try!"
"Alright then, let me test your strength!"
With a low shout, Leon strode through the air. A massive palm print descended from above, covering the area, with Ian standing at its center.
"Break!"
Ian called out softly, and his longsword surged forth. Hundreds of black sword auras burst from the spirit sword, slicing through the palm print with ease and continuing toward Leon.
"Interesting!"
Watching Ian charge at him, Leon smiled playfully and casually formed several hand seals.
Each hand seal transformed into a fierce giant lion in the air, all pouncing toward Ian.
"Don’t embarrass yourself with such petty tricks. Show me your real skills!"
Ian sneered and swung his sword. With several soft sounds, the fierce giant lions were sliced into pieces.
"Heh, then take another move from me!"
Leon sneered, formed hand seals with both hands, then swung his arms. Instantly, two massive golden fist marks smashed through the air toward Ian.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Ian blocked with his sword, retreating hundreds of steps before finally destroying the two fist forces.
"Take another move from me—Lion Descends the Mountain!"
At that moment, Leon let out a thunderous shout and transformed into a blur, lunging at Ian.
This pounce brought immense pressure upon Ian. For a moment, he dared not hold back, raising his sword and thrusting it forward.