Blood rained from the heavens, soaking the ruined steps of the Nine Hells Yin-Yang Palace. Corpses of imperial guards and sect elders sprawled across shattered courtyards, their eyes frozen wide with terror.
At the heart of this carnage stood a man — robes torn open to reveal a chest scorched by heavenly tribulation scars, his eyes burning a cruel, demonic crimson.
Mo Li.
The Demonic Heavenly Monarch, scourge of royal lineages, corruptor of genius daughters, destroyer of proud sects.
Hundreds had come to kill him.Now thousands lay dead at his feet.
Yet as his breath grew ragged, as his demonic cultivation wavered under relentless assault, a single figure floated down from the storm-torn skies — her white robes fluttering like grief-stricken banners.
Li Xueqin.
The Sword Saintess, the Azure Frost's cold flower, the woman who had once spent countless nights shivering atop his lap, her cries echoing in moonlit pavilions.
"Mo Li…" Her voice cracked. Her sword, a divine ice artifact, trembled in her grip. "Tell me. Was it true? Did you slaughter the Jade Lotus Sect, did you butcher the royal palace—just for power?"
He smiled. Even as blood trickled from the corner of his lips, he found strength to speak — voice dark and achingly tender.
"They murdered Qing'er. The little healer who always painted peach blossoms.
They thought they could rip her from me and suffer nothing.
So I destroyed them… for her."
Li Xueqin's eyes filled with tears, blurring the glow of her sect's reinforcements encircling them.
"Mo Li, I… I can't— They're all watching. The elders, the alliance—"
"Then cut me down, my Xueqin," he whispered, stepping forward, arms open, crimson aura cracking around him. "But know: in every lifetime, in every world, I will return. I will love, I will fuck, I will burn kingdoms for the women who give me their hearts. And none of you—will ever stop me."
Her scream was raw agony as she lunged, sword bursting with frost, stabbing through his abdomen. He staggered, warmth spilling from his mouth. All around them, divine talismans detonated, sacred flames devouring his meridians.
He still reached for her.Still brushed a blood-slicked hand across her cheek, smearing her tears with his gore.
"Even now… still the most beautiful sight in this rotten world."
Dozens more blades struck him from behind. He didn't flinch — eyes locked on her shattered expression.
Li Xueqin fell to her knees, sword clattering from numb fingers, as he finally crumpled, his head in her lap, crimson pooling between her thighs.
His heartbeat faltered, but the demonic mark on his chest glowed one last time — a brand of writhing, sinister runes. His breath was wet and ragged as he rasped:
"Do you hear me, heaven?
I'll crawl back from hell itself.
I'll fuck your chosen saints, bed your holy daughters, seed my demonic heirs in your sacred palaces—
until the heavens choke on my lust and the world drowns in my pleasure."
And then his eyes closed, lips curling in a faint, savage smirk.
Lightning ripped across the sky. The world fell silent. His demonic essence exploded outward, shattering the Nine Hells Palace in a column of crimson light. When it cleared, nothing remained but scorched earth — and Li Xueqin's broken sobs echoing in the void.
100 years later…
A dying outer sect disciple named Mo Li lay facedown in the mud of the Azure Frost Sword Sect's training grounds, bones shattered by senior brothers' kicks. As his blood drained, his final breath gurgled from his throat.
A heartbeat passed.Then his fingers twitched.His eyes snapped open — glowing with cold, merciless crimson.
*"…So the Azure Frost still stands.
How poetic.
Let's see how many of your virgins I'll corrupt before your elders beg me to stop."*
And then he smiled, wolfish and cruel, as the Nine Hells rose again behind his eyes.