Demonic Blood, Burning Soul

(Don't click, the ending is terrible) When the blood moon tears through the night and dark clouds surge like an angry tide, who remembers the forgotten name of the Xie family, once the most mysterious bloodline inheritors on the demon world's frontier? Now only one has returned. A cinnabar mark burns between his brows, blood mist curls around his hand, and his gaze is as cold as the abyss. The wind sweeps dead leaves away as dry branches whisper in the woods. Xie Wuyuan stands before a stone shrine. Behind him, an old man's head has been smashed into a bloody pulp, and the warmth of it still lingers on his hand. He is the last heir of the Xie family, and the youngest fallen demon in a thousand years. Ten years ago, his family was wiped out, three hundred people perished in a sea of flames, and only he was saved by a mysterious stranger. He then vanished without a trace. The world believed his soul had long since been scattered, but now he has returned, cloaked in eerie demonic energy and surrounded by unanswered mysteries. He steps into the shrine, where a shadow appears above the altar. A familiar yet strange voice sounds in his mind: “Welcome home, my child.” At that moment, memories surge back like a flood. Images of cities consumed by flames and rivers of blood flash before his eyes. At last, he understands: he was never human. As the truth pours down like a rain of blood, as faith crumbles in demonic flames, and as Xie Wuyuan stands at the heart of the storm, watching the rise and fall of the three realms, we cannot help but ask: Does someone abandoned by the world still have the right to choose where they belong? When the blood moon hangs high and the wheels of fate begin to turn, who can truly control their own soul?