Above the sealed mountain, under the crimson clouds that pulsed like veins across the sky, the land trembled. Rot bloomed across the forests. Animals gnawed at their own limbs in madness. Sect patrols whispered of ghostly laughter seeping through the wind, of a scent—half incense, half corpse rot—coming from the old forbidden zone.
And deep beneath it all, in the bone-carved throne room of the Eternal Abyssal Tomb, the Ancestor opened his palm.
A single drop of black blood hovered above it.
It pulsed once. Then vanished into his skin.
DING!
Blood Vow System Initiating Lineage Anchor…
Candidate located: Bloodline Resonance Confirmed…
Summoning First Descendant…
A gust of wind howled through the crypt—not from any door, but from the cracks in reality itself.
Before the Ancestor, the air folded in on itself. Space twisted like a beast in agony. Then with a guttural POP, a black lotus burst from the floor—petals slick with crimson sap, and inside it lay the First.
A boy. No, a beast in boy's flesh.
Perhaps sixteen. Pale as moonlight. Silver-white hair hanging like wet silk. His eyes were open before he even fully formed—eyes that burned with a hunger unnatural even for demons. His aura spilled like venom, corrupting even the cold stone.
The Ancestor watched.
Unmoved.
The boy stepped down from the lotus without bowing, without words. But his blood… his blood screamed in reverence.
Descendant recognized: Ji Yuan, First-born through ancestral seed cast in the Mortal Slaughter Field.
Innate Sin Path: Gluttony of Qi, Devourer's Tongue, Bone-Flesh Reconstruction
Loyalty: Blood Bound. Rebellion Impossible.
Mindset: 98% Malignant.
The Ancestor finally spoke.
"You crawled from the womb of slaughter. Tell me—do you hunger?"
Ji Yuan's voice was soft, amused. "Always."
The Ancestor raised a hand, and from the dark behind the throne, a chained cultivator was dragged forward by unseen shadows. Half-alive, bloodied, trembling.
"Then eat," the Ancestor said.
Ji Yuan didn't hesitate. His jaw cracked unnaturally, mouth unhinging like a serpent's. He fell upon the man—not like a starving dog, but like an artist perfecting his first masterpiece.
There were no screams.
Only crunches. And then silence.
When Ji Yuan rose, blood dripped down his neck. His wounds, already healed. His eyes now glowed faint red.
System Notice: First Descendant fully Awakened. Sin Potential Rising.
New Feature Unlocked: Demonic Sin Inheritance Tree.
Sub-System Active: Bloodline Amplification (1/1000 Descendants Awakened).
The Ancestor's skeletal lips curved slightly. A smile.
"One son down," he whispered to the tomb walls, "A thousand more to birth.
Outside, thunder cracked—no storm in sight. Only the heavens warning the world.
The demons were returning.
And the first had just arrived.
Location: Scarlet-Blood Abyss
Zhou Ji – The Sin Collector
The wind howled like a mourning widow across the broken cliffs. Beneath the blood-crusted rocks of the Scarlet-Blood Abyss, Zhou Ji knelt in silence, the edges of his robe soaked in the blood of the thousands he had bled in offering. His skin still pulsed with the echo of the voice—the voice of the one they had all worshipped but dared not awaken.
His mind, once sharpened by cruelty, was now honed by purpose. He didn't ask why the Ancestor called. He only asked how quickly he could return.
Around him, his followers—scar-masked cultists—gathered in silence, watching their master tremble with reverence.
He stood. His voice was a whisper carried by power.
"The Demon Ancestor has stirred."
"We return to Hollow Vow Peak."
The cultists screamed with joy. Some tore off their faces in offering. Others began the purification rite, drowning themselves in blood basins.
But Zhou Ji? He walked alone toward the abyss's edge and leapt.
As he fell, the chasm whispered to him.
"Firstborn of Sin… Welcome home."
Cracked Fang Wastes
Zhou Heiyan – The Beast General
A sandstorm raged across the Cracked Fang Wastes. Zhou Heiyan walked shirtless through it, chains dragging behind him. The beasts—hundreds of them—followed. A wave of horned, fanged, grotesque creations of his own breeding.
He had fused crocodiles with corpse worms. Made centipedes that breathed illusion fire. But now, nothing stirred his madness more than the memory of that voice.
His voice.
The Ancestor.
As the storm parted, Heiyan found it. A relic from the old war—a stone monolith shaped like a bleeding fang.
He knelt and placed his forehead against it. It responded.
A deep growl—like thunder beneath the world.
"Flesh is loyal. Bone remembers. The pact endures."
He stood, eyes glowing a deep red. A twisted smile cut across his face.
"Time to butcher the world for you, old man."
With a snap of his fingers, his beasts roared, and the desert ran in a stampede of bloodlust and obedience.
Shattered Silk Domain
Zhou Fen – The Array Butcher
Zhou Fen had already killed every other elder in the sect she once studied under. Now their bodies floated in midair, sewn into a living array that groaned as it operated.
She stood atop their corpses like a queen upon her throne.
But her eyes weren't on her masterpiece. They were staring into a pool of black ink. Her ancestor had whispered—no, breathed—his will into her veins. Her array expertise was no longer her own. It was inherited.
Perfected.
She slit her palm and let the blood drip into the ink. It didn't spread—it formed.
A lotus of eyes. A flower of torment.
She traced the runes carefully, reverently.
"A new formation… born from your return."
She licked the blood from her fingers.
"I will offer the world to you, ancestor. Piece by piece."
Zhou Ru – The Crimson Charmer
She killed the sect genius with a kiss.
His soul leaked from his lips like vapor, drawn into the silk ribbon around her neck. The other sect elders waited outside, unaware their prized jewel was a serpent coiled for centuries.
She looked into the mirror again.
He was still there.
No longer a reflection.
He was behind her.
She turned slowly.
The vision faded.
She laughed. "Tease."
But her hands trembled.
She walked to the sect's sacred treasure chamber. Not to steal—but to plant a seed. A black talisman that pulsed once every heartbeat—her own.
"He calls. I obey."
The heavens above the Vermilion Sect darkened.
Lightning forked in red.
She smiled like a goddess descending into hell.
"Let them all love me… so I can destroy them all for you."
Hollow Vow Peak
Zhou Ying – The Eternal Ancestor
He sat in darkness, still as a statue, veins of cursed gold visible beneath translucent skin. His throne was not made of jade, but bone—harvested from the first of the cultivators who had dared defy him millennia ago.
Chains floated in the air, not bound to him but flowing outward from him—into the very blood of his descendants.
He opened his eyes.
The world shuddered.
"One by one… they return."
A massive map of the realm unfolded before him in the dark. Blood-red dots began to glow across the parchment.
"The bloodline obeys."
"Let the world know… The Eternal Demon Ancestor has risen."
He raised a single finger.
Across the world, black lotuses bloomed in cemeteries, ancestral halls, and forgotten battlefields.
The demon clan… was awakening.