Chapter 1
"Hahahaha! Now… this world belongs to me!!"
Xuè Wúshēng roared as he raised his sword high into the air. He stood atop a mountain of piled corpses, blood pouring endlessly, flooding the ground beneath his feet.
He was known as the King of Destruction.
The King of Cruelty.
The King of Darkness.
A being feared and hated by every inhabitant of the world of Tianxia.
Tianxia was a world formed from the shattered remains of an ancient star called Shenxu. Its catastrophic explosion had broken the world apart into floating continents and endless seas of mist. The sky was ever-changing in color.
The sun was known as the Heavenly Flame, while the moon was called the Yin Mirror.
At times, two moons would appear together—a sign that a great upheaval was about to occur.
This was the world of immortals.
A world that recognized only strength.
Until the butcher appeared—Xuè Wúshēng.
After thousands of years of merciless s*******r, clan after clan was annihilated by the edge of his blade. When everything finally came to an end, only a single life remained in that world—the butcher himself.
Xuè Wúshēng lifted his gaze to the sky and laughed loudly. His body slowly rose from the ground as three streams of differently colored qi spiraled wildly around him.
"Have you had enough of watching?" he shouted.
"Enough of witnessing the destruction I've caused? Look! Not a single one of them could stand against me. No one was worthy. I slaughtered them all without mercy! Hahahaha!"
His laughter echoed far and wide before his expression hardened, his gaze piercing deep into the heavens.
"Now… it's your turn. Your turn to be destroyed—to be torn apart until I am satisfied."
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered and began to swirl violently above him. A yellowish light shone down, pressing upon the entire region with an overwhelming qi pressure.
"Xuè Wúshēng!"
A voice resounded from the heavens.
"Why have you done all this? What crime did they commit that you slaughtered them without mercy?"
"Hahahaha…"
Xuè Wúshēng sneered.
"Do you still not understand?" he said mockingly.
"This world was never created for peace. It is a stage for immortals to display their dominance. The strong have the right to rule, while the weak deserve only to be slaves—humiliated, toyed with, tortured without mercy. Today, I have proven that truth. I was once a slave, abused by them all. Now, I am stronger—far stronger than every one of them."
A cold smile appeared on his lips.
"This is not a place for peaceful living. It is a battlefield to decide who is worthy of power."
He raised his sword, pointing it straight at the sky.
"And now, I am the only one worthy."
"Come down. Let us decide… who truly deserves absolute authority—you, or me!"
"Xuè Wúshēng," the voice echoed again, calmer yet resolute.
"I know the source of your hatred. An immortal born weak, endlessly ridiculed, trampled like trash within your own clan. You endured it all for hundreds of years."
"Even the power you possess today is the result of your own effort. No one ever handed it to you."
The voice paused briefly before continuing,
"But… must you truly erase every immortal in this world? Those who never knew you, never looked at you, let alone insulted you?"
"Silence!"
Xuè Wúshēng's scream shook the heavens.
"Enough words! If you have the courage, come down! Stop hiding like a coward!"
A long sigh echoed throughout the sky.
"You will never defeat me, Xuè Wúshēng."
"Hahahaha… boasting before we even fight."
Xuè Wúshēng laughed coldly as his body shot forward, piercing straight into the violently spinning vortex of clouds.
"Merciless Sword Style!"
He slashed upward. In an instant, a colossal sword formed, shrouded in an overwhelming aura, hurtling straight into the vortex.
But suddenly—
A massive fingertip emerged from within the vortex, stopping the giant blade with a single touch.
Crack!
Fractures spread across the sword before it shattered into countless fragments midair.
A scorching wave of aura erupted from that fingertip, washing over Xuè Wúshēng's body. Flames instantly engulfed his flesh.
Yet the King of s*******r only laughed.
"Hahahaha!"
Not once did he scream in pain, even as fire licked across his entire body.
"I like you, Xuè Wúshēng," the voice spoke, deep and calm.
"You are not a monster. This world is what gave birth to a monster like you."
The yellow light pulsed softly.
"I will give you one chance. A chance to obtain a better life—one befitting a human. Your power will remain with you."
"Do not waste the opportunity I am giving you."
After those words were spoken, the light slowly rose into the sky and vanished. The raging vortex of clouds gradually calmed, returning to normal. The world fell silent once more.
Below, Xuè Wúshēng's body crashed onto the pile of corpses. The flames consuming him grew fiercer, devouring flesh and bone until finally—
Nothing remained.
Only ashes scattered by the wind,
and a world left behind with no trace of life.
