An orphan of chaos, an anomaly in heaven and earth.
He crawled out from the skeletal remains of a demon god in Guixu. The sharp edge of a world-opening supreme treasure was branded on his left hand, while his right eye reflected the blood and fire of the Chaos Era.
On the wild land where the primordial world had just taken shape, the innate gods and demons held court high above the heavens.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in the blood of chaos, claiming to be the true heirs of Pangu.
He...
Was both the embodiment of the first breath of pure qi in the primordial world and a vessel for the memories of Chaos Demon Gods.
When the tainted blood of an Eroding Bone Wolf awakened the power in his left hand to devour the source of all things, and Zhu Jiuyin's prophecy roared from within the bones, "We will return,"
The Witch Clan saw him as a harbinger of disaster, while the gods and demons feared the legacy of creation in his palm.
Only Houtu, who had transformed herself into reincarnation, carved out a sliver of hope for him between purity and impurity:
"If you are destined to be a calamity, then use these flames of tribulation... to burn chaos to ashes!"
As the great tribulation began, he stood atop Buzhou Mountain, blade raised to the heavens.
"Houtu, you said I bear the legacy of the Father God..."
With bloodstained fingertips, Xuan pointed at the collapsing Buzhou Mountain. Beneath his feet, Chaos Witch Puppets roared.
"Then today, in the Father God's name... I'll break the Demon Gods' spines once more!"
