Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The day I died was when the ancient demonic weapon, Wan Jun Sword, reappeared in the world.

In Jiang Hu, there was already a legend, it said that the person who obtained the Wan Jun Sword would gain the supreme position in the Demon Realm, acquiring the Demon Kings throne.

I had been a demon all my life, all the achievements that I should have gotten, I have achieved. Just one measly step away, I had longed to win the title of the Demon Supreme, then henceforth, unify the Demon Realm that had been divided for thousands of years. I would gain the power to overturn the entire world, and order the common people, no one would dare to disobey!

Therefore, when the Wan Jun Sword was about to emerge, I hurriedly led my Wan Lu Sects disciples to the Millennium Sword Tomb. At that place, there were already cultivators from the demon path slaughtering one another. Naturally, I was disinclined to even take a single look, and ordered the younger generation to help me hold back the rear. Then by myself, I entered the Sword Tomb.

Recalling that moment now, I actually made two mistakes at that time. The first mistake was not paying attention to the celestial energy concealed beneath the chaotic energy inside the Sword Tomb. The second mistake was ignoring Ugly Little Monster, who had followed me into the Sword Tomb.

In fact, Ugly Little Monster had a name, it was also a name that I had given him Mo Qing.

It was because when I met him for the first time, he was injured from head to toe, from greenish-black to purplish-violet. There were also inky, pitch-black scars on his face, one after the other like some mysterious talisman. It made his face particularly ugly and scary.

But as someone who cultivated the demon path, I would never be afraid of these things.

At that moment, he was embracing the ice-cold body of his mother in his arms, and standing in front of him were the patriarchs of the Ten Great Influential Clans, who were celestial cultivators. The patriarchs called him the Demon Kings son.

I, however, did not think that this was correct.

In the Demon Realm, the Demon King that we publicly recognized had already died one thousand eight hundred years ago. After the old Demon King died, the entire Demon Realm had split up and fell apart. Warlords seized territories, and none of which were done orthodoxly. Besides, these righteous people, when they captured one demonic underling with a dozen men or so, they would say that he was the Demon King. So according to their logic, there must be thousands upon thousands of Demon Kings in the world.

Moreover, the most excessive was!

If calculating according to their rules, then even if there were thousands upon thousands of demon leaders queuing up, it still would not be my turn because at that time, I did not have anyone under my command.

I was quite unconvinced, therefore, I planned to teach them a lesson and let them know that even if I did not have anyone under my command, I could still be very powerful.

So during that year, I stood in front of Mo Qing blocking and ridiculing those several hundred people for bullying the family of an orphan and a widowed mother, and then, by myself, I fought with those Ten Great Influential Clans.

Later generations declared that the fight made the heaven cloudy and the earth gloomy, the rivers dried and the lakes drained. Although the reality was not as bombastic as they say, but it was indeed the battle that helped me establish my name among the demon path.

With my entire body covered in blood, I rescued Mo Qing from danger. Since then, my notoriety spread far and wide, and everyone knew that on Chen Ji Mountain there was a demoness who could single-handedly fight against the Ten Great Influential Clans. Then people came to rely on my help, they came in an endless stream.

I established Wan Lu Sect, accepting an upwards of a thousand disciples. As for Mo Qing, who was rescued in that fight, I did not have time to take care of him because I was so busy, so I just appointed him a master. His master said that he did not have any talent in demonic cultivation, therefore, he was sent to guard the mountain gate.

After that, I rarely heard news about him, until the moment before I died did I see him enter my eyes again. By then, he had already become a young man, but the hideous black patterns on his face were as before, had never faded away, making him an ugly monstrous-looking young manUpdated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

That day in the Sword Tomb, it was unknown how long the cultivators of the celestial sects had been there to arrange the battle arrays in order to eradicate the well-known demon leaders. However, they did not foresee that my Wan Lu Sects strength was so powerful. Just with the disciples under my command, they immediately resisted everyone in the demon path, and only I entered the Sword Tomb.

In the Sword Tomb, the murderous aura was already suppressed by me. At the center, there were some rays of light breaking through from the ground.

It was the Wan Jun Sword!

My heart became anxious. In this moment, I just saw Mo Qing, who had a low cultivation base, was drenched in blood from being slashed by the celestial cultivators. He stood above the sword mound, fresh blood flowing into it, soaking those rays of light inside.

Right at that moment, an celestial cultivator sliced his Achilles tendon, and Mo Qing suddenly fell down on the sword mound. He reached out his hand to grab precisely where the Wan Jun Sword had broken through moments ago.

The Wan Jun Sword had recognized its owner!

Although my heart was anxious, I still firmly believed that Mo Qing, who only had a wee bit of cultivation, absolutely could not pull the Wan Jun Sword out. Who could have anticipated, his blood would actually seep slowly down the sword hilt. Suddenly in the Sword Tomb, the aura surged up violently, and every type of auras spurted out, breaking through the imprisonment that I had just set up. Within a moment, countless celestial sect disciples were shot dead inside the Sword Tomb!

Just as Mo Qing was about to shout loudly, he pulled out the sword completely. The auras in the Sword Tomb immediately exploded, washing over thousands of miles, sweeping across the three realms. As for me, who was not the owner of the Wan Jun Sword and was still gravely injured, just like this, in the middle of this enormous fluctuation of auras

I was rocked to my death

Before my death, I saw that the dark scars on Mo Qings face slowly disappeared, following the circulation of the rays of light on the swords blade.

Only then did I realize, as it turned out, the dark scars on his face were not a talisman drawn for fun, but a seal, specifically the seal for the Demon Kings son.

I also realized that during that year, it turned out that what the Ten Great Influential Clans said to me about him being the Demon Kings son had been unexpectedly true and not deceit

I suddenly came to a bigger realization, this Mo Qing followed me into the Sword Tomb, perhaps, from the very beginning, he had it planned very carefully. It was not because he wanted to protect me. It was not because he wanted to attract my attention. Even more so, it was not because he likes me. He just wanted to take back what belonged to his father, and because the Wan Jun Sword was sealed, he did not have enough power, so he waited until after I had finished handling everything else to seize the sword and slash the two celestial cultivators. Finally, he obtained the Wan Jun Sword, and used his blood to make the Wan Jun Sword recognize its owner

This brat! Truly had a great scheme!

What a pity my life had been! Risked my life a thousand different ways, experienced every type of torment, and in the end, I unexpectedly made a wedding dress for somebody else! This hatred was so strong that I could spit out blood, I felt so unsatisfied!

However, despite how unsatisfied I was then, I was already dead.

Just like that, a death that was not even a little bit dazzling nor even a little bit ostentatious, but somehow a little subtle and ineffable

Just when I felt the existence of this world again. It was a pouring, rainy night. I sat above my new grave, letting the raindrops pass through my soul, making pitter-patter sounds as it hit the tombstone.

I went around to look at my tombstone, not even a single character was carved on it. I was so angry that I wanted to trample this tombstone into pieces. I hated that I could not use an awl and chisel these big words, Above the heaven and below the land, formidable without a rival, the most revered and respected supreme, the Demon King, Lu Zhao Yao.

A tombstone without any writing, how could someone rest in peace even after dying!