On the night when my master's sect was destroyed, my Dao foundation was destroyed and I became a useless person.
In a desperate situation, I made a hexagram with blood, but the hexagram showed that the only way to survive was to become the demon king who was predicted to destroy the world.
If this is the case, then it is as the hexagram wishes.
I use Feng Shui as a formation to control the mountains and rivers; I use the hexagrams as a blade to calculate the secrets of heaven; I use numerology as a chess piece to cut off fate.
I play chess in the Nether Palace, playing chess with the shadow of fate, devouring demon souls, and controlling the twin swords.
The righteous path sees me as the devil, and the devil sees me as the container.
Until the beloved I rescued became the breeding ground for the Demon King's resurrection.
She smiled and put the sword against my chest: "Kill me, and you will be the Demon Lord. If you don't kill me, you will be buried with me in the Three Realms."
I hold up my two swords and point them at this ridiculous destiny.
This time, I will write my hexagrams myself.
