Transmigrating to the Demon Realm to Become the Great Demon God

I found a piece of blue-green jade in the Gobi Desert of Xinjiang and accidentally cut my finger.

The moment my blood touched the jade, I transmigrated into Ling Yuan, the only son of the Zhen Guo General’s household.

At sixteen, I was already at the Demon King realm. My parents were dead, and my grandfather, the only family I had left, was a Great Demon God and the Zhen Guo General.

My second uncle sneered. “Your demon meridians haven’t awakened. It’s time to hand over the position of family head.”

I smiled coldly and raised a hand. The pressure of my Demon King realm shattered the thousand-year-old black jade table.

“Who says I haven’t awakened?” In the dead silence of the hall, a sharp gleam flashed in my grandfather’s eyes.

That night, I was ambushed. An assassin’s dagger plunged toward my heart.

The jade in my arms suddenly grew hot. In the instant the dagger shattered

I understood the assassin’s demonic tongue: “The demonic seed must be destroyed...”