[Rejecting Old Cliches, Creating a Fantasy World] After the ancient war, the Cangxuan Realm was split into three continents. To the east lay the Xuanhuang Continent, dominated by humans; to the west, the Shimo Continent, ruled by demons; and to the north, the Canglong Continent, teeming with monstrous aura. To the south lay the Black Sea of Space, where no one had set foot for nearly ten thousand years. The young Mo Yu was the heir to the Temple of Godslaying, the strongest assassin organization on the Shimo Continent. But after a secret of the Temple of Godslaying was leaked, he found himself surrounded by the rulers of every continent. His father paid with his life to send him through space. In the instant he plunged into the spatial turbulence, Mo Yu clearly saw the ruler of the Shimo Continent, his father's sworn elder brother, drive a fatal sword into his father. Amid his furious, bewildered, despairing cries, Mo Yu fell unconscious. No one knew that this boy, whose journey began with revenge, would stir up a storm across the Cangxuan Realm and worlds beyond. Uncover ancient secrets, battle the proud geniuses of countless worlds, devour endless bloodline souls. You say I'm just a piece in a scheme you've spent ten thousand years laying out? Then I'll cleave this board in two. I, Mo Yu, will see for myself what the summit of the Myriad Worlds looks like.
Keep it up! Sending you a little heart!
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Those who become demons defy the heavens to cultivate their spirits and change their path to please the heavens. Perhaps there is no trace of how to be a demon or a human. How many years have passed, how many dreams have we truly grasped? It was just a fleeting glimpse; how could one know it at first glance? This path is destined for slaughter; the future is unknown, and the ending can only be sought by one person. How tragic, how lamentable.