When I was seven, a Quanzhen demon burned my whole family to death. Zhang Zhiwei, white-haired and dressed in white, walked out of the flames and said to me, “From now on, you belong to the Celestial Master Mansion.”
Ten years later, I had become the most unusual person in the world of the supernaturals.
They said my Yang Five Thunders were cold as ice, my white hair was an ill omen, and my countless killings had sent me down the demonic path.
I never defended myself.
I only know this: Ghostfire Liu Laosan’s eyes were wide open when he died; the tanner Zhu Wu’s screams sounded wonderful; and Poison Lady Liu Qiniang looked beautiful as she turned into an ice sculpture.
Later, I slaughtered my way through Quanzhen and executed the company executives who colluded with demons. At the peak of Kunlun, I told the world: if my master falls to the demonic path, I will kill him; if I fall to it, I will forge myself into a stele and suppress the mortal world forever.
They called me a madman and said I was so righteous that I had turned wicked.
But they never saw the inferno before my home or heard my parents’ screams amid the flames.
So in this life, I do only two things:
Make sure those who deserve to die stay dead.
Keep those who deserve to live alive.
Even if the price is eternal damnation.
My name is A Zhao.
The embers of thunder and fire, witnessed by ice and lightning.
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