The Demon Lord Is Reborn: Master, Don't Cry. Your Disciple Was Wrong

In the seventh year of his reign as Demon Venerable, he took his own life. He had stood above all others and enjoyed boundless power, yet there was no one by his side. Every friend and loved one was dead, and even the person he hated most had died in his arms.

Demon Venerable Bei Yi: he slaughtered his own kin, hunted down the immortal sects, united the land, and ruled with absolute authority.

Everyone knew him as ruthless, wicked to the core, cruel and inhuman, utterly vile, and guilty of every imaginable sin. He deserved to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell!

He granted the world its wish and was imprisoned in the underworld for six hundred years, enduring endless torture day after day. At last, the day of his reincarnation arrived, but he never expected to be reborn in the past.

At first, the mad dog who had been reborn was bent on killing Han Ziyu. In this life, I will make sure you die horribly.

He held a knife to the man’s neck. One thrust would leave him gravely wounded, if not dead, and unconscious.

But as the dagger drew close, he suddenly lowered his hand. Memories of his previous life surged over him like a tide. He hated this man to the bone, yet still could not bring himself to strike.

Fine. I’ll spare your life for now. Once I’ve united the land, I’ll cut off your head.

When driving out evil spirits and slaying demons, he stood before his “enemy.”

“Only I may hurt him. You worthless spirits dare lay a hand on him, and you die!”

At his command, the mad dog went berserk, bloodthirsty and crazed. Every evil spirit within ten li was wiped from existence.

Later, he learned that he was ill. The name of his affliction was lovesickness, deep in his bones.

Dressed in white as pure as snow, he walks, and lotus blossoms bloom beneath his steps. The thought had barely left his mind before it filled his heart.