Ancient Honghuang Talisman

As the last glimmer of neon from the modern city vanished into a blood-red vortex, I lay among the withered grass of the primordial wilderness, with the growls of monsters and the whispers of ghostly shadows in my ears. No one could have guessed that a college student who had fallen from a world of steel and concrete into an ancient wasteland would be forged by the gears of fate into a Demon King wearing human skin. When I first arrived in the primordial wilderness, I was nothing but a "useless fool" who couldn't even recognize all the runes. The demon clans chased me, the demonic cultivators hunted me, and even a three-eyed wolf could send me running with my head in my hands. Just when I thought I was destined to become dust in this chaotic age, the mysterious ancient talisman on my chest quietly awakened, like a dragon soul sleeping for a thousand years, whispering the secrets of power within me. Li Lijuan was like a dancing campfire, gentle yet steadfast as she led me into this world, while Yang Na was a winter plum, icy and beautiful, concealing an admiration I could never quite fathom. I played the harmless lamb to lull my enemies into complacency, while devouring the essences of monsters and rising step by step with the ancient talisman's power. Feng Yichen braved the storms of ancient ruins alongside me, Elder Xuancang taught me how to break through to a new realm, Yun Qianyu baptized me with dragon blood, and Tie Kuanghu fought by my side in a bloody battle. But there were the Illusionary Ghost Venerable's illusions, Mo Lingshuang's schemes, and the Bloodfiend Demon Lord looming high above... Every step toward the summit was a gamble paid for with my life. When dragon scales covered my body and rune patterns coiled around me, the ant I once was had become a man who could tread upon the heavens. But I began to wonder: Was I controlling the power of the Demon King, or had it already seeped into my soul? If one day I stood above all living beings, only to discover that the kindness I once held onto was nothing more than an excuse for the weak, how would I face myself then?