Burning the Sky with Blood Eyes: I Use My Demon Eyes to Create a New Sky

When the first drop of blood fell into my pupils, I heard the ancient demon whispering deep in my skull. That night when I was fifteen, when Xuantian Sect's sword pierced my father's chest, scarlet fire ignited in my eyes. They say that the strong are respected, but why can the monks who slaughtered my whole family be able to sit high in the clouds? The Demonic Eyes of the Blood Prison awakened from hatred, swallowed, plundered, and imprisoned - every ounce of luck that was squeezed out was my declaration of war on the Cangxuan Continent. When I first entered the world, I was just a fugitive with a blood debt, struggling to survive in the poisonous miasma of Netherworld Valley. Until I met Luo Qingxue, that woman as pure as snow but destined to be entangled with me for the rest of my life. I locked her in a dark room and forced her to witness how I used her hatred to temper my strength; I wandered in the schemes of Yunhai City, using the greed of the four major families as pawns; I even joined forces with Netherworld Valley, just to tear apart the hypocritical robe of Xuantian Sect. Every time the Eye Technique is used, it is a game between spirit and reason - memory stealing allows me to see the deepest fear in the enemy's heart, while Soul-Eating Prison turns their beliefs into a sharp blade in my hand. But the price is never absent. The night when my right eye continued to bleed, the magic lines spreading on my left arm, and the traces of existence that I forcibly erased... Every time I use the "Eternal Night Eye", I feel like I am getting further and further away from people. Wen Ruoli once warned me: "You will eventually become what I hate the most." But Ye Wushang just sneered: "Who on this continent doesn't wear a mask?