Pain. Darkness. Screams.
When Mo Tianyin opened his eyes again, he was not a sovereign.
He was a corpse.
Or had been.
The body he now occupied was frail, thin, covered in bruises. Around him, the servant's quarters burned. Outside, shouting and the clash of blades echoed like the drums of war.
He looked down at his hands — soft, weak, bleeding.
Where… am I?
The memories hit him all at once.
This body belonged to a boy named Lin Xuan — an orphan, a servant of the Liu Clan, a minor power in the lower realm.
A clan that was now collapsing.
The Zhao Clan, enemies of the Liu, had attacked in the dead of night. Their leader had fallen. The few remaining guards had betrayed their own mistress to survive — the young lady Liu Yue, a girl of breathtaking beauty… and the only one who had shown Lin Xuan a shred of kindness.
She had stayed behind, unwilling to abandon him. But he had forced her to flee.
And then, he had died protecting her.
Mo Tianyin, the once-mighty Demonic Sovereign, clenched his teeth.
"He died for a woman…"
A strange ache tugged at his chest — not from the wounds, but from something deeper.
He touched his heart.
> This feeling… what is it?
He had ruled over legions, massacred saints, feared no gods — but this soft warmth was foreign to him.
Emotion.
Grief. Rage. And something he had never understood in his former life.
Love.
He stood slowly.
> "So this is the body I've inherited. Lin Xuan… your hatred is mine now."
"I swear by the heavens you all serve — I'll destroy everything that wronged you."
"I will return to the path of the demon — and I will ascend far beyond it."
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