It rained blood when I was born, and the whole village regarded me as a disaster star and abandoned me in a mass grave.
When the wild dogs gnawed at my flesh and blood, an immortal smiled while stroking his palms: "I was born with a demon fetus, just perfect to be refined into a weapon to destroy the world."
He gave me magical elixirs and magical methods, and personally trained me to become the Supreme Being of the Evil Path who is feared by the Righteous Path.
Three hundred years later, I slaughtered all the immortals and forced him to the cliff, only to see him unfold a scroll. The girl in the painting is very similar to me, but there is a little cinnabar between her eyebrows.
"She is the real world-destroying demon fetus." The immortal caressed my face, "And you... Are just the lamp oil prepared for her."
