"Mo Yuan, surrender the Heaven Devouring Forbidden Scripture, and we will grant you a swift death!"
"Vile demon, by cultivating that cursed scroll, you have slaughtered thousands! Today, The Heavenly Sword Gate and Xuantian Dao Sect have surrounded you to end your evil reign!"
"Three hundred years ago, you destroyed my clan and shamed my honor! Today, I will have your blood!"
Mo Yuan stood atop a shattered peak, deep crimson robes torn to ribbons, fluttering like a tattered war banner in the mountain gale.
His disheveled hair whipped across his blood-streaked face, and blood flowed from his countless wounds, pooling beneath his feet. The air stank of burnt flesh and steel, and the sky above was split by crimson lightning that crackled with divine wrath.
For five hundred years, he had walked the demonic path unhindered as a human, wielding the Heaven Devouring Forbidden Scripture to seize vital energies from cultivators and beasts, his name a terror that shook the righteous sects.
In this life, he stood at the peak of martial cultivation, A Transcendent tribulation realm cultivator yet he failed to cross the immortal realm tribulation.
After which, The Heavenly Sword Gate, Xuantian Dao Sect, and their elder cultivators had hunted him without pause, their spirit qi blades cutting deep into his flesh.
Surrounded by enemies, there was already no way out. It was a forgone conclusion that he would die here.
Mo Yuan understood his situation clearly, but his expression did not change, his dark eyes remained steady, deep pools of water in a well, so deep that there seemed to be no end, even as death closed in.
The righteous factions formed a tight circle around him; some elders roared with anger, some young heroes sneered with ambition, others clutched their wounds or watched with fear in their eyes.
They did not move; everyone was wary of Mo Yuan's final strike.
For a whole day this tense moment went on until the evening came, the sun casting its red glow upon the cliff, mirroring the blood-soaked ground.
Mo Yuan turned his body slowly, gazing at the setting sun, its red light spilling over the jagged peaks.
The group was suddenly alerted and they all took a big step backwards.
He laughed lightly. "The sun descends, night consumes the day; existence surges briefly, then fades into nothingness, leaving neither victory nor defeat."
Memories of his earlier life rose—his parents had been killed by bandits when he was a youth, their faces fading in his memories. Mei Lin, his beloved, He also lost her when he was twenty-two, her soft voice silenced by a righteous plot he could not stop because he was not strong enough back then.
He gripped a cracked lotus pendant, its sharp edges pressing into his palm, and thought, I swore to protect those I claimed, yet all was lost to the heavens' wrath.
"And even with The Heaven Devouring Scripture, I still failed to ascend in the end." He sighed in his heart emotionally, yet there were no regrets.
He had foreseen this end when he chose to cultivate the Heaven Devouring Forbidden Scripture, knowing if he chose to cultivate it, he would become an enemy to all creation.
To devour the heavens is to be merciless and cruel, a murderer and destroyer. There is no place in heaven or earth for such a thing – turning into an enemy to the world, having to face the consequences.
Mo Yuan couldn't help but let out a big laugh.
"What are you laughing about, demon?" an elder roared, his sword shaking with rage.
"You seek the scripture?" he mocked, his voice sharp and defiant. "It is bound to my soul, come and get it, if you can.
"He plots even now!" a young hero shouted. "Kill him!"
"Hand it over!" another demanded, voice shrill with urgency.
With a deafening roar, the scripture blazed crimson within his soul, and a blinding surge of demonic qi consumed Mo Yuan, shattering the cliff in a violent flare and engulfing the surrounding in a blinding surge of energy.
...
The spring rain fell gently upon the black swamp, carrying the sharp scent of wet earth and iron.
A demon woke up suddenly, his breath heavy, he looked no more than fifteen years old. The air was thick with demonic qi, burning his lungs like toxic fumes.
He lay down again in black mud, its surface swirling with red wisps like spilled blood, surrounded by tall obsidian spires scratched with deep claw marks.
I am alive? A pair of clear eyes quietly looked at the red wisp sparkling in the night, full of complex feelings inside.
"Blood Demon Tribe, I am a demon now?! Mo yuan spent exactly ten seconds to confirm one fact: he truly had been reincarnated. His five hundred years of knowledge intact.
"Looks like it's Heaven Devouring Scripture which saved me..." Spending ten seconds just to confirm a fact was extremely inconceivable to a Transcendent, but at the same time, it also proved that what had happened to him was just as inconceivable. Moreover, he has been reborn as a demon in this life.
This body is weak though. Merely in the First realm of foundation establishment, its meridians barely able to channel demonic qi despite being a blood demon. How Pathetic. he cursed.
I was a human label as a demon and you despite being a demon, was shaming my name. This weak body he had been reborn into is the body of a blood demon having the same name as him. While he, as a human in his past life had killed hundreds of thousands of people, making even the heavens furious and inciting people's vengeance. He went through suffering multiple hardships to reach the peak of transcendent.
"Well, no matter" he muttered. "Although this body has only reached the first foundation establishment realm, and couldn't be any more trashy than this, I once reached the peak of cultivation. I do not believe I will not be able to return to the top. and with the forbidden Heaven Devouring Scripture in my hand in this life, i will definitely achieve immortality." Mo Yuan's heart burst forth with ambitions.
He chanced upon the Heaven Devouring Scripture by mere luck when he killed an injured cultivator he found while passing by one of the forbidden zones of the martial heaven continent. He found it in that cultivator belonging but he was already in the Revolving core realm by then. But now i can cultivate the full Heaven Devouring Scripture from scratch and with it, i shall see who can stop me from reaching the immortal realm.
Not to mention he had something precious with him, A precious treasure in the form of 500 years worth of memories and experience.
He stood up slowly, his legs unsteady, how annoying... he couldn't even stand properly.
He checked his reflection in a broken bone shard nearby. His new face, even though pale right now, is striking—clean features with a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and smooth, unblemished skin. His dark eyes held a quiet intensity, framed by long lashes, and a faint red tint shimmered in their depths—a subtle mark of the Blood Demon. Damp strands of white hair clung to his forehead, and his soaked tunic hugged his lean frame, the cold swamp air biting through the fabric.
"Hmm... at least you have looks" He chuckled, clearly satisfied. It's not like he was not handsome in his previous life. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of those heavenly beauties.