Chapter Twelve: The Legend of the Blood Demon

PS: Chapter Eleven was revised due to violations and is currently under review. Please forgive the inconvenience.

Xueqing waved her delicate hand, and to Nightless End’s astonishment, she reached directly into the void and drew out a mirror.

“What kind of ability is that?” Though Nightless End had seen Xueqing wield this power before, it was the first time he asked about it.

“This is the innate ability of my Nine-Tailed Fox tribe. How about it? Jealous?” Xueqing asked with a proud smile.

Nightless End replied, “What’s there to be jealous about? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

Taking the bronze mirror from Xueqing’s hand, he stared blankly at his reflection, then slowly sat down on the ground. Damn, who is this? This isn’t my body—my face doesn’t look like this! And those… are those corpse fangs?

Could it be that he was reborn through possession, just like in the novels? Whose body was this originally?

He looked at Xueqing and asked, “Qing’er, you said you’re a Nine-Tailed Fox, a demon clan member?”

“That’s right, I’m from the demon clan. What’s wrong, husband?” Xueqing replied.

“What about me?” Nightless End pressed further.

“Well, you’re definitely not human. From what they say, you’re probably from the Corpse Clan,” Xueqing replied, still confused.

Nightless End fell silent, pondering Xueqing’s words. Corpse Clan… does that mean zombie? And who are ‘they’?

Suddenly, there was Xueqing, claiming to have known him thousands of years ago, while he himself knew he was from Earth, a human from Earth—not from this world, and certainly not a member of the Corpse Clan.

The woman in red even called him ‘Young Master’ and brought him to this world. Had she mistaken him for someone else?

The more he thought, the more restless he became, feeling the mysteries surrounding him deepen.

He wrapped Xueqing in his arms and asked, “Qing’er, can you tell me about my origins?”

Since Xueqing claimed to have known this body for thousands of years, she must know its history.

Xueqing gazed at Nightless End, gently stroking his face. “Does husband truly wish to know?”

“Yes,” Nightless End nodded seriously.

“I won’t tell you! Hmph, you hit me earlier,” Xueqing feigned anger.

“Deserves a tickle!” Nightless End reached out and tickled Xueqing’s armpit, making her giggle uncontrollably.

“Alright, alright, I admit defeat, husband! I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you!” Xueqing gasped for breath, her voice soft and sweet.

“Admit your mistake, then! Hurry up and tell me!” Nightless End chuckled.

Xueqing began her tale, “Let me tell you a story, husband. Five thousand years ago, a demon appeared here. No one knew where he came from, and he slaughtered everyone he met. No one knew why he was so savage—not only did he kill, he also absorbed the cultivation of others through their blood. He was extremely cruel. At that time, this was still a remote region, with no cultivators present, so there was no one to stop him. The demon massacred everyone—over a billion people perished, rivers ran with blood, corpses lay everywhere.

Later, powerful cultivators discovered him and began hunting him. He hid in the shadows, and wherever he went, demonic energy surged, blood flowed like rivers, darkness shrouded the land, turning it into a living hell. The demon grew stronger day by day, and no one in this small country could stop him.

The demon declared his intention to break through the boundaries of this world, for he did not belong here. He wanted to return home—his wife was waiting for him.

The demon launched his first legendary campaign: ‘Heavenbreaker.’

Countless cultivators across the Immortal Chant realm tried to stop him. Then, the demon fell in love with a human woman who looked exactly like his wife. That woman loved the demon, and for her, he ceased his killing, choosing instead to live in seclusion with her. Yet the cultivators outside never stopped searching for him.

One day, the demon returned happily from hunting, only to find his secluded village had been massacred. On the road, he encountered the dying village chief, who told him that a demon had come and urged him to flee.

A group of powerful cultivators slaughtered the entire village and took control of the demon’s wife.

The demon had given up killing; at that time, he was merely a husband. But that day, for the first time in his life, a demon who had never knelt to heaven or earth bowed before his enemies. He pleaded, begged them not to harm his wife and child. But the cultivators, having found him, would not let him go. They demanded that he take his own life in front of his wife, promising to spare her and their child.

The demon obeyed. Afterwards, the powerful cultivators did not spare his wife and child, but instead killed them without hesitation.

Everyone thought it was over with the demon’s death. Yet a thousand years later, the demon miraculously revived. He lived tormented by guilt—why hadn’t he killed those people when he had the chance? Hatred clouded his mind, and darkness descended upon the world. The demon launched another catastrophe across the Immortal Chant realm—

The ‘Mad Demon’ campaign!

That day, the heartbroken howled to the heavens, their cries stirring passion and breaking hearts.

That day, blood surged across a hundred thousand miles, heading straight for the Temple of Alchemy, heedless of return.

That day, he fought across the Sacred King Pavilion, his sword’s icy edge sweeping fourteen provinces.

That day, in drunkenness, he lit a lamp to gaze at his sword, awakening to a world strewn with corpses.

The war raged for two thousand years—a single man against the entire world! In two thousand years, the demon earned the title ‘Blood Demon,’ and every mention of that name struck terror into all.

Though the Blood Demon was always repelled by groups of powerful cultivators, none could kill him. Once, gravely wounded, he was saved by a passing little fox. Instead of killing her, the Blood Demon befriended her.

That day, the fox’s clan was exterminated, leaving her alone. The severely wounded Blood Demon came to her rescue, defying the entire demon race.

Later, nine powerful women appeared, claiming to be the Blood Demon’s wives. They asked the little fox if she wished to join them. The little fox felt her strength was lacking and did not wish to burden them, so she refused.

The Blood Demon, who had reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Chant world and just survived the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation, wanted to give his wives a safe home and break free from this world. In battle, he sought the contract to transcend the immortal realm, break the world, and lead them away. Thus, the Blood Demon launched his final war—

‘Twilight of the Emperors!’

That day, the Blood Demon challenged all supreme beings!

That day, he fought alone against the Buddhist sect, demon clan, monster clan, and human clan—a total of twenty emperor-level powerhouses!

That battle shook heaven and earth, broke mountains and rivers, and lasted three hundred years. More than half of the emperor-level cultivators fell, yet none could kill the demon!

After three hundred years, the surviving powerhouses realized that continued fighting would destroy the world entirely.

That day, the heavens declared they would no longer obstruct the Blood Demon’s attempt to break through the world. The three-hundred-year ‘Twilight of the Emperors’ thus came to an end.

The Blood Demon’s nine wives founded the Celestial Moon Pavilion, which, in less than a century, spread across five continents, gathering countless powerhouses and becoming the foremost force in the Immortal Chant world—unchallenged.

After that battle, the Blood Demon never appeared again, vanishing like a fleeting blossom.

Some said the Blood Demon had perished, others that he had left this world, but no one could confirm it.

Only I and his nine wives know: he set up a barrier here in the Yan Kingdom. Apart from us ten, no cultivator above the Spirit Tribulation realm can enter. He scattered all his cultivation, erased all his memories. No one knows why—not even his nine wives.

After returning, the Blood Demon never saw his wives again, as if he had become a different person.

He sealed himself in a mountain twenty miles outside the city and fell into a deep sleep. No one can enter that mountain—not even his wives.

At this point, Xueqing gazed at Nightless End with deep affection.

“Wait! You’re not telling me that you’re that little fox, and I’m that demon, are you?” Nightless End looked at Xueqing’s tender expression and felt overwhelmed.

‘They’—Xueqing must be referring to the wives of this body.

“Qing’er has waited for husband here for three thousand years, never leaving. I don’t want to lose you again,” Xueqing said, her eyes brimming with tears…