The Great Demon God Who Traveled Through the Demon Realm

I accidentally cut my finger after picking up blue jade in the Gobi Desert of Xinjiang. The moment blood dripped onto the jade, I traveled through time and became Ling Yuan, the only son of the Zhenguo Military Mansion. At the age of sixteen, in the realm of the Demon King, both his parents died, and only his grandfather, the general who ruled the country, was the great demon. The second uncle smiled sinisterly: "Your demonic veins haven't awakened yet, so it's time for you to give up your position as head of the family." I sneered and raised my hand, the demon king's pressure shattered the thousand-year-old ink jade table. "Who said I didn't wake up?" In the dead silence of the whole hall, Grandpa's eyes shone brightly. I was attacked late at night and the assassin's dagger stabbed me in the heart. The jade in my arms suddenly became hot, and the moment the dagger shattered—— I actually understood the assassin's demon secret language: "The demon species must be destroyed…"