Demon Lord Ye Zhi raised seven apprentices.
He accepts his eldest disciple Tiansha Guxing.
The second apprentice was mad to the core, so he stayed.
The third apprentice, a half-demon, abandoned his son, and he protected him.
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He taught the seventh disciple who committed parricide and his son.
People in the world only think that the demon king raises ferocious beasts, raising them to slaughter cities, destroy countries, and bring ruin to all living beings.
No one knew that Ye Zhi just wrote seven reminders for himself.
As a time traveler. The place we came from is too far, and our way back has been cut off. The method of ascension in this world is extremely paradoxical. It is necessary to use death and hatred as fuel and burn all the connections in the world to cut off the cause and effect in this world.
And the deadly hatred must be planted by the hands of the closest relatives and trusted ones.
So Ye Zhi treated them very well. Teaching, preaching, protecting shortcomings, and keeping in mind.
Seven people, ten years, twenty years, a hundred years. The villains grow from trash to ferocious beasts, and from ferocious beasts to the backbone of the demonic path. Treat the devil as a god.
When he was growing up as a villain, Ye Zhi was just one step away from the last step: betraying all the people and leaving their relatives, and finally realizing his true destiny.
Then, Ye Zhi personally taught them what "hate" is.
On the night when all the people betrayed their relatives and left, seven disciples besieged the Demon Palace. The moment the sword edge penetrated his chest, Ye Zhi finally smiled.
Done!
——Woke up again, Ye Zhi was lying in the unfamiliar sea of clouds, his aura as clear as a newborn baby. The Dantian is empty and the cultivation is completely useless.
It's not about seizing one's body, it's not about reincarnation. The time is already three hundred years later. The villains Ye Zhi carefully cultivated grew into the people who hated him the most in the world, chasing him from heaven to earth.
The original devil now has a ruined spiritual root. Young man Ye Zhi: ... Okay, okay, this is what Heaven is doing.
There is no way to turn this round over. But he didn't intend to turn over.
The Demon Lord's path is dead, so just find another way.
Three hundred years later, the Immortal Sect has declined, and the righteous path lacks a leader.
A hundred years later, Ye Zhi stood in the middle of the sea of thunder, with three thousand white hair, and the aura around him was like an ancient sword unsheathed.
Thousands of people from the Immortal Sect fell to the ground and called him: "Immortal Lord."
*[The cover is a draft and will be replaced after refinement]
Painter: It's just your wealth (a great wisdom)
Purpose: All the legends about me are wrong, they are all scraps of paper and they all need to be rewritten
