Lord of Ten Thousand Netherworlds

Beneath a blood-red moon, the Bronze Demon Coffin unleashes calamity. The young Ye Huang bears the blood of a half-demon: the Sky Wolf’s weeping claw in his left hand, the remnant soul of a Nine-Tailed Fox in his heart. Along the path of slaughter and redemption, he carves out a sliver of dawn.

If this world won’t let me walk upright, then I’ll rewrite the laws of heaven with demon blood!

At the bottom of the Buried Dragon River, his parents burned their Sky Wolf wings to send him into the world. One coffin holds two souls: the chaotic demon blood seeping from the Bronze Demon Coffin is not all it contains. It also hides Bai Li, the Demon Emperor’s daughter, and her possession scheme spanning three thousand years. From medicinal slave of the Blood Fiend Sect to god-slayer of the Ten Thousand Beast Pagoda, every ancient bloodline Ye Huang devours adds another demonic marking to his spine, while the remnant soul of the Nine-Tailed Fox deep in his sea of consciousness awakens a little more.

“Tell me, will the wolf claw be the first to tear open heaven’s shackles, or will the fox tail be the first to crush your humanity?”

Human cultivators see him as a demon-spy, while demon kings fear the Demon Emperor’s legacy within him. On the night the Jianmu Tree collapses, fragments of the Wheel of Reincarnation coil around his left arm. His right hand grips the Azure Lotus Blade, formed just before Mu Yao vanished, while nine tails of underworld fire pierce the void behind him. Deep in his heart, Bai Li’s laughter as she burns away eight of her tails resonates with the trembling bronze coffin. “Ye Huang, you’ve become my most perfect... accomplice after all.”

The catastrophe foretold by the star paths of Tianji City conceals the most ironic truth of all:

What seems like evolution through devouring is merely a prayer before the meal for a parasite of the Demon Emperor’s bloodline. When the Judge’s Brush rewrites the Book of Life and Death for the Three Realms, the blood-winged youth finally sees, at the end of a closed loop in time and space, the chaotic Dao pattern on his forehead, engraved with both “sin” and “redemption.”

The sea of blood has no shore. I make my body the boat.

This blade strikes at the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, but the question it asks is: where does my heart truly belong?