The night around Immortal clan side Immortal Mountain trembled as the Forth Prince Xu_Lang fought against the storm inside his own body. Xu _ lang black energy had grown so wild, so untamed, that it shook the very ground beneath his feet, threatening to burst beyond the mountain's borders.
With a sharp breath, Xu Lang raised his trembling hands and carved a seal in the air. Ancient sigils glowed faintly, pulling the raging darkness back into his core and locking it within the mountain's barrier. Yet the pressure was unbearable. A sickening crack rang out inside him, and suddenly blood poured from his mouth as though his veins had exploded. It dripped down his chin, warm and endless, staining the soil. His vision blurred.
Still, Xu Lang refused to collapse. With shaking fingers, he pulled the jade hairpin from his bun and drove it deep into his own body. A surge of black energy was sucked into the pin, its faint glow turning sinister. He muttered another spell and struck himself again, forcing more of the poison out. One final strike—and suddenly, the pin blazed with golden light.
A wave of radiance burst forth, sealing every last trace of black energy. The corrupted aura vanished into the hairpin, leaving Xu Lang's body trembling, drenched in sweat and blood. He pushed the pin back into his hair with unsteady hands.
For a moment, silence. Then he whispered another incantation, his wounds knitting together before the golden glow dimmed. Relief should have followed. But instead—blood gushed once more from his lips. His knees buckled.
Tears welled in his red eyes, sliding down his bloodstained face. In his vision, that blurred figure appeared again—the smile of the girl he once held, the girl who danced with him beneath lanterns, the bride he had sworn to protect.
Her voice echoed softly, *"Xu Lang no..no matter what you do, you cannot change fate."*
His grief turned to fury. His crimson gaze sharpened.
"Xiao-Xiao," Xu_lang whispered, his voice trembling yet resolute. "I will change our fate… even if it destroys me."
With that vow, the seal cracked, shattering around him. Xu Lang's body surged upward, soaring into the night sky.
*In the Demon Clan**
The halls of shadow lay restless. A black serpent slithered to Venge, its voice urgent.
"Demon Master Du-Feng has grown weak… he needs you."
Venge hurried into the chamber, but her eyes widened—it was empty.
"Black Snake Master! Where is Demon king ?!"
The serpent hissed, weaving a minor spell. "He is not here. You cannot hear me fully, but remember—only my master can command me. I almost forgot… today, he had somewhere to go. Perhaps he is there now. When he returns, I will call for you."
Venge frowned, muttered something about the serpent being a fool, and left. The black snake only chuckled bitterly.
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"The Black Mountain "Demon Clan**
Far away, the ground reeked of blood. A mountain cloaked in endless darkness stretched toward the heavens. Once, it had been paradise—filled with flowers and blooming trees. Now it was nothing but death.
Demon King Du-Feng stepped onto the soil, his jaw clenched.
"This place…" His fists tightened. "Once it was life itself. Now, you've destroyed it. You destroyed everything—even yourself. Why?"
His rage flared. A surge of black energy erupted from him, dark flames licking his body. He strode forward until the mountain itself groaned under his steps.
Suddenly—two demonic auras flared before him. From the shadows emerged two guardians.
"Yoh-Ho and Yoh-No," Du-Feng muttered.
The twin demons fell to their knees at once, heads bowed, hands clasped.
"Demon King! Oh! Loard You… you have returned after thousands of years…"
But Du-Feng's eyes narrowed. "You've guarded this place faithfully. Yet remember—I despise those who speak too much."
Terrified, they pressed their foreheads against the ground.
"Forgive us, Demon loard King. We are unworthy to question you."
But his fury deepened. Memories struck him—an image of a girl, sword pressed against his throat.
"Forgive me, Du-Feng… I must do this."*
Du _feng body shook with rage. He raised his hand, black fire swirling, his blade of shadows manifesting—a weapon so fierce it could burn worlds.
"From today… you will guard this place as ghosts."
The mountain roared as he swung his blade. The guardians trembled before their doom—
Until—
A blade flashed from behind, striking against Du-Feng's power. He turned sharply, splitting the attack into shards.
His eyes widened. Rage burned in his gaze, fire bursting from his pupils. His fist clenched.
"You…You deathdemon king I almost forget You still alive but, How dare you show yourself before me!"
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### **In the Immortal Clan**
Inside her chamber, Shen _min paced restlessly. Her mind was chaos.
The DeathDemons' shadows attack replayed over and over. She remembered Xu Lang shielding her, remembered the terror—and yet, when she spoke of it, everyone dismissed her. *"Nothing happened,"* they said.
Shen Min clenched her fists, trembling.
"God… I hate you.Why! Why! You've always hated me. First you scarred my face. Then you took my mother. On the very day of her funeral, you gave me a new 'family'—a father, a stepmother, and a stepsister who only rejoiced at her death. Then you stole Bai, my best friend. You even took my so-called perfect boyfriend… and threw me from that bridge into this cursed world!" So_Called Immortal World Ahhh!
Shen_min voice Shout!. "And now… nobody believes me. Nobody remembers the demons I saw. Why..Why God always me?!"
Her eyes widened. "Wait. Unless…Maybe someone erased their memories."
A voice behind her whispered, "That may very well be the truth."
Shen Min spun around. Standing in the moonlight was a girl in flowing Chinese robes, her eyes gleaming with secrets.
The girl tilted her head. "Yes… it is possible for memories to be stolen."
Shen Min rushed forward, grabbing her hands desperately.
"Yes! I knew it—I've seen it in dramas before, but… wait—who are you?!"