At the execution ground, my sect nailed me to the Demon-Suppressing Stone, ripped out my Dao foundation, and let thousands curse me.
My junior sister, whom I once risked my life to protect, now held the sword I had given her to my heart. “Senior Brother, do you have any last words?”
I looked at the Heartguard Jade tucked in her sleeve, the one I had kept close for twelve years. Just yesterday, she had replaced it with a fake.
My bloodied eyelids slowly opened, and dark golden demonic eyes blazed to life again.
“Pick up your sword. Then kneel and tell me, who was right?”
That day, the cultivation world remembered the fear it had forgotten.
The so-called “demon” was nothing more than a name written by the victors.
And what had awakened within me was something that made even gods and demons tremble:
The Progenitor of All Demons, with a max-level bloodline.
