Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh City, 5 PM. It was the busiest time, with people returning from work, students from school, markets bustling, shops and eateries... Everyone rushed along the highway, the clamor and chaos carrying the dust and the hurried breaths of a densely populated city.
But no one knew that in another place, it was completely the opposite. Ten kilometers from the city center, this place was eerily silent, filled with countless gravestones of all sizes, crosses, Buddha statues... arranged in order. The gloomy, profound atmosphere made even the bravest tremble.
A cold wind swept through, carrying dead, dry yellow leaves, revealing a patch of black hair on a corpse. More precisely, it was someone who was almost dead.
Lying face down, body twisted, it was easy to see this was a boy, about 14-15 years old, wearing a white school uniform. The twisted posture revealed half of his gaunt face, with wide, staring eyes and contorted facial muscles, evidence of the terror and hatred in his eyes before death.
But one thing was surprising. A corpse with no breath or heartbeat, yet miraculously still emitting warmth, no different from someone in a deep sleep. In this gloomy, eerie place, to be confronted by wide, staring eyes from a still-warm corpse. It was truly a bizarre and terrifying sight.
In some deep, hidden place...
Dark and mysterious...
An oval object, bearing faint blue patterns, tore through space, dragging countless spatial fragments behind it like a meteor falling into the graveyard... If one were to observe the exterior of this comet with the naked eye, they would see it shimmer with seven shifting colors, predominantly green, swirling around the object, depicting designs of the sun and moon, spirits, a chaotic dance of demons, solemn deities... and even flickering with terrifying purple lightning bolts, streams of white flames, and savage wind blades.
All three of these forces contained divine might and astonishing destructive power, relentlessly ravaging the other designs, yet unable to break this balance, preventing the destruction from spreading further.
“You bastards, you damned Immortal Realm, you rotten Huode Xingjun, Feng Po, Lei Gong… Aaaaaa…. I swear I’ll chop your corpses into fertilizer, drain your blood and marrow to make latrines, take your heads to make chamber pots……. Uhm… found a host… with a new body, I can be reborn… cultivate again… hope for revenge still remains!”
The roaring from the object echoed endlessly, only now finally ceasing.
“Descend… descend… haha…”
An excited voice rang out, followed by the head of an extremely handsome, demonic young man emerging.
Sadly, a bolt of lightning immediately struck, “Aaaaaa…. you damned Chaotic Lightning… I… I…”
Then a stream of white flames followed… and… “Aaaaaa…. Chaotic Fire… Huode Xingjun… damn… damn…”
After that, a wind blade slashed down… and… “Aaaaaa… motherf*cker…”
The handsome young man continuously endured the attacks, his roars and curses echoing. It wasn't until the eighteenth generations of those three wretched culprits' ancestors had been thoroughly cursed for the thousand and first time that the barrage finally began to subside.
Hah... hah... Fortunately, my 'Grand Heaven-Defying Reincarnation Art' is truly miraculous... otherwise, I'd truly have perished. Uhm... only a wisp of my divine soul remains... a bit tattered... It's just a pity that my Sumeru space was shattered, all my heavenly treasures and earthly wonders are gone... what a waste... Uhm... huh...?
Before he could finish speaking, the young man was startled, having discovered something. He then hastily began to circulate his power.
The blue orb, imbued with three types of heavenly tribulation, continuously distorted, twisted, and then shrank. The patterns within it ceaselessly decomposed and recombined, finally transforming into the image of a sky-shrouding great tree. Each leaf was a galaxy, the massive trunk split into countless roots, each piercing through a black hole, devouring endless free planets and cosmic matter, crushing them into nutrients to nourish the tree.
He was, in fact, the Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, one of the Nine Realms. But because he was too heaven-defying, he was jointly hunted down and killed by the Immortal Realm and the Buddhist Realm.
In truth, ever since he cultivated from a great tree into a demon tree, and then used a heaven-defying method to establish the Demon Realm and cultivate into a Supreme Being, he had never harmed anyone. He merely diligently absorbed all useless matter in the universe, along with lifeless planets, and then recreated the Demon Realm, using this method solely for his cultivation.
However, his potential was regrettably too immense. In less than a thousand years, he had cultivated a Demon Realm containing billions of planets, created hundreds of billions of demon race members, and achieved the status of Supreme Being. One might ask, if he were allowed to continue developing like this, who else could possibly surpass him in hegemony? Therefore, the Immortal Realm and the Buddhist Realm, under the righteous banner of subduing demons and protecting the Dao, dispatched vast armies to eliminate him.
Although the Demon Realm was powerful, it was regrettable that he was too benevolent, never restricting the freedom of the countless demon race members because he doted on them too much. Thus, faced with the threats and inducements of countless heavenly soldiers and generals, they betrayed their creator god, leading to this defeat. Fortunately, he still had a trump card: his peerless innate divine skill.
"Grand Heaven-Defying Reincarnation Art"
This grand art could gather a wisp of divine soul and primordial power, transforming them into a seed that could easily break through all space to escape for dear life. And now, he appeared here, right in the center of this graveyard, to perform one final step.
Reincarnation...
If successful, he would naturally become a fallen Supreme Being cultivating anew, awaiting the day of his revenge.
If he failed... his soul would be scattered and spirit dispersed... completely vanishing from this world... perfectly fulfilling the Immortal Realm's mission.
But clearly, he was a lucky one.
Because the person he was preparing to reincarnate into was a soulless corpse, not yet old, and without any power whatsoever, fundamentally incapable of resistance.
Simply because the force that tore through space had inadvertently brought him to the most remote planet in the universe. A place utterly devoid of spiritual energy, and even more so, immortal cultivators.
Coincidentally, this was precisely the best refuge for him right now.
He...
A Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Creator God of the Demon Race.
The Supreme Being of the Demon Realm.
The world only knew him by the name Van Yeu Than.
Starting today, he would begin anew in this place, this luxurious city.
After a chaotic scramble, all the seeds had vanished. Only a young man in blue remained, drifting unsteadily, covered in wounds. The three great heavenly tribulations had been temporarily suppressed.
He forced a bitter smile and assessed his surroundings.
"Tsk...tsk...the soul was smashed to pieces, but luckily it hasn't utterly dispersed. So the body isn't truly dead...just what I needed...haha..."
After speaking, he extended his right hand.
A powerful, whirlwind-like force swept through every corner of space, stirring up waves of fierce gales...whoosh...whoosh...it immediately gathered all the soul fragments of this body's owner into his palm.
"Hmm...so it's just an adolescent boy...his soul was fractured, even if saved, it would be useless...the soul force is truly fragile...fortunately, some memories still linger..."
He finished speaking and sealed away that stream of memories. It was understood that a soul so fragile, if shattered, would normally have completely vanished. Yet, fragments of memory were still retained, clearly indicating how immense the resentment before death must have been. It might even have been the very cause of the body's owner's death...Such an enemy, if he rebuilds, he will surely help take revenge.
As for merging with those memories, he wasn't in the mood for it yet. The most important thing now was...
To survive first.
In just a moment, that faint, scattered wisp of soul power was devoured by him without the slightest delay. He continued to
Compared to others, this malnourished boy was still much better off. His young age meant substances circulated quickly, making them easier to expel than in others, yet unfortunately, even so, he couldn't avoid a massive cleansing.