I was sealed away for ten thousand years. When I woke, everyone told me I was useless and wouldn't live another three.
They called my brother a demon, called me the child of a sinner, and said our whole family deserved to die.
My brother left me a bone. They said it was a source of calamity, that I would be possessed, and that my uncle had ulterior motives for giving it to me.
I believed them.
I kept my uncle at arm's length for ten thousand years.
Until the day the Purifiers' Alliance came to kill us. My uncle leaned on his cane and stood in front of me, then crushed three Great Ascension cultivators with a single palm strike.
He turned back to me, his wrinkled face breaking into a smile.
“Kid, your uncle here has been keeping his true strength hidden for ten thousand years.”
My brother also leaped out of a crack in the sky, covered in blood, and smiled as he ruffled my hair.
“Xiao Fan, I'm back to get justice for you.”
I looked at them, at the powerful figures from the Sword Sect, Buddhist schools, demonic cults, and demon clans standing together behind me, and at all those who once called me useless now kneeling in heaps.
Only then did I understand.
The whole world had been waiting for me to grow up.
The ones who stand and live have never had to stand alone.
They called us sinners. They called us demons.
Then today, I'll show them all...
How demons get justice.
