“I once thought I could wait, that I could love, and even learned not to fear death. All that ruthless love earned me was rejection by the Six Realms. A demon is a demon, forever so lowly.” - Hualuo Kui
On Mount Huaijiang lived a demon who had been alive for three hundred years. The mountain god Yingzhao gave her the name Hualuo Kui.
“The demon world is ruled by the survival of the fittest. I'm afraid to die, so I must cultivate until I become human.”
She went to the Snow Valley of Kunlun to seek a master, only to be turned away with the words, “You lack the aptitude.”
She chanced upon an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm in search of a sword. Thinking she'd found someone powerful to rely on, she was driven away with the words, “Immortals and demons belong to different worlds.”
Staying alive came first. So what if immortals and demons belonged to different worlds? She clung to him and begged him to teach her cultivation.
That day, willow catkins filled the sky. Wu Dou promised her after their martial contest, “I'll give you a thousand years. If you can become human within that time, I'll take you to Mount Qixu.”
She stopped at nothing, pushed herself to the brink, and raced forward. At last, the demonic mark between Hualuo Kui's brows enraged the banished immortal.
On Mount Qixu, Wu Dou pointed his sword at her throat and said coldly, “A demon can cultivate until she becomes human, but a devil will always be a devil. I'll end the evil I created myself.” He drew the Soul-Devouring Curse in blood, striking her until her soul was scattered and she was nearly reduced to ashes.
“I crossed distant mountains and roads to follow you. In the end, all I got was a Junhun sword and a Soul-Devouring Curse. If you were in my place, would it hurt?”