He imprisoned me for a hundred years, all because I resembled the woman he cherished.
To bring her back to life, he personally cut out my one-of-a-kind Chaos Spirit Bone and cast me aside like worthless trash.
He thought I was dead, never realizing I had returned to the Demon Realm and risen to supreme power.
When he came to rule the world with his resurrected “beloved,” I arrived through a mountain of corpses and a river of blood, pointing my sword at his heart.
Mo Qingxuan, take a good look. The person I am now is a god you could never reach, even on your knees.
