Chapter 1

Thus, at the moment when the mighty sword was about to emerge, I led the disciples of my Wanluomen to the Millennium Sword Tomb. There, people of the demonic path were already engaged in mutual slaughter, which I had no interest in witnessing. I ordered the younger ones to hold the rear while I entered the sword tomb alone

Without looking at his face, I can only feel that the young man's back is so upright that it captivates one's gaze

According to their rules, even if I were to line up thousands of demons, I would not be included, because at that time I did not have anyone to command them.

Yes, my question came rather suddenly, but the concern reflected in his eyes was not something an ordinary disciple would display. After much contemplation, I arrived at this possibility.

There has long been a legend in the martial world that whoever possesses the Ten Thousand Jun Sword can attain the supreme position in the demon realm and vie for the throne of the Demon King

Ke Moqing, though silent, pressed down on my hand: "You don't need to give me anything." Contrary to his seemingly frightening appearance, his voice was surprisingly pleasant, "You can keep it," he said, "Just take good care of it."

At this moment, I realized that the dark marks on his face were not merely playful symbols drawn for fun, but rather a seal, a seal of the son of the previous Demon King

Even if I am unwilling, I am still dead

Moreover, what is most outrageous is

At that time, he was holding his deceased mother, who was as cold as ice, in his arms, while in front of him stood the heads of the ten great immortal cultivation families, who referred to him as the son of the Demon King

I was hiding cautiously in the crevice of a rock when suddenly I felt a warmth on my neck. My whole body tensed up, and just as I was about to retaliate, someone covered my mouth. I looked up and saw a face covered in dark marks; it was actually Mo Qing.

I, however, do not agree.

If I can get someone to sell their life for me without any cost, I would naturally be more than willing. Thus, I put down the small silver mirror again, looked at him, and made an effort to smile gently: "Could you help me distract those disciples of the Immortal Gate?"

After that, I seldom heard from him until I finally saw him again before my death. By then, he had become a young man, still bearing the terrifying black marks on his face, an ugly young man who had not lost his grotesque appearance

I was thinking quite well, but when I hid in the crevice and secretly peeked outside, I saw that this kid, Mo Qing, was actually fighting with the people from the Immortal Gate while retreating towards the Sword Tomb.

Looking back now, I realize that I made two mistakes at that time: first, I did not notice the celestial energy concealed beneath the chaotic aura within the Sword Tomb; second, I failed to pay attention to the strange figures that followed me into the Sword Tomb.

I rescued Mo Qing, covered in blood, and from that moment on, my reputation spread far and wide. Everyone knew that there was a female demoness from Chenji Mountain who could take on the ten great families single-handedly. People flocked to ally with me.

Although I was anxious, I firmly believed that someone with only a tiny bit of cultivation like Mo Qing could never draw out the Sword of Ten Thousand Jun. Little did I expect that his blood would slowly seep down the sword's hilt. Suddenly, I saw the Sword Mound surging with energy, various auras erupting and completely shattering the confinement I had just established, instantly killing countless disciples of the Immortal Sect within the Sword Mound

Indeed, after I asked him this question, he glanced at me and fell silent like a mute, only his hand, resting by his side, tightened momentarily. I smiled knowingly, my gaze shifting across his face, which was marked with dark scars. A talentless cultivator of magic quietly following me into the Sword Tomb must be intending to lend me a hand at a critical moment, hoping I would remember him, for apart from this method, he would have no other chance to appear in my sight.

"Master of the Gate." His way of addressing me was no different from how the other disciples usually did, yet at this moment, as his fingertips lingered on my face, it was vastly different from the others. "I can give up everything for you, as long as you are well."

I shattered the killing formation of the immortal gate, yet I was unable to guard against the murderous aura within the sword tomb. I was severely wounded, and with my last ounce of strength, I finally suppressed the aura in the sword tomb, retreating to a corner. I awaited the emergence of the Ten Thousand Jun Sword, seizing the opportunity to obtain it, and then I could reign supreme over the world

I was quite indignant, so I decided to teach them a lesson, to let them know that even without subordinates, one can still be formidable

Thus, that year I stood in front of Mo Qing, mocking them for bullying a lone orphan and widow with their hundreds of people, and then I single-handedly fought against the ten great families.

On that day, within the Sword Tomb, the disciples of the immortal sect had set up a killing formation long before, intending to eliminate the notorious demons in one fell swoop. However, they did not anticipate that the strength of my Wanlu Sect would be so formidable, as my disciples were able to block all those from the demonic path outside, leaving only me to enter the Sword Tomb.

At this moment, expressing loyalty is truly the mark of a articulate disciple

Before the emergence of the Ten Thousand Jun Sword, I was focused on suppressing the surging sword energy, malevolence, and the resentment that had settled due to the sacrifice of living beings for the sword in the sword tomb from hundreds of years ago. Those long-hidden individuals from the immortal sects suddenly took action.

Died from the shock in the past

He saw that I recognized him, and immediately let go of me, only covering my neck to stop the bleeding. I looked at him and saw the worry in his eyes that he could not conceal. I rolled my eyes and said, "Mo Qing." I called his name, my voice hoarse, "Do you like me?"

I looked at him, his kind and gentle smile: "Mo Qing, since you like me, you surely wouldn't want me to die here, would you?"

The day I died was precisely the time when the ancient magical weapon, the Wanjun Sword, reappeared in the world

As I contemplated this in my heart, I noticed that the ink-blue fingers in front of me slightly stiffened. In that moment, I almost thought he could see through my thoughts. I felt a bit flustered, but after a brief moment, the ink-blue figure took up his sword and walked out.

It is the Sword of Ten Thousand Jun!

The Clown and the Eight Freaks actually have names, or rather, I named him - Mo Qing

Within the Sword Tomb, the killing intent has been suppressed by me. At the very center, a glimmer of light is about to break through the earth.

I walked around to look at my monument, but not a single word was inscribed on it. I was so angry that I wanted to kick it to pieces. I wished I could take a chisel and carve the words "Supreme and Invincible Demon King Lu Zhaoyao, Mighty Above and Below" onto it.

I suddenly realized that this Mo Qing had perhaps planned from the very beginning to follow me into the Sword Tomb. He was not there to protect me, to draw my attention, or because he liked me. He simply wanted to retrieve what belonged to his father. Because the Wan Jun Sword was sealed and he lacked the power, he waited until I had resolved all matters before he took the sword to slay two immortals. In the end, he obtained the Wan Jun Sword and used his own blood to claim it as his own... He simply wanted to retrieve what belonged to his father. Because the Wan Jun Sword was sealed and he lacked the power, he waited until I had resolved all matters before he took the sword to slay two immortals. In the end, he obtained the Wan Jun Sword and used his own blood to claim it as his own...

When Mo Qing let out a loud shout and completely drew out the sword, the aura within the Sword Tomb instantly erupted, sweeping across a thousand miles and sweeping through the Three Realms. Yet, I, the master of the Ten Thousand Jun Sword, who was severely injured, ... found myself amidst this tremendous wave of aura ...

Before death, I only saw the dark marks on Mo Qing's face gradually fading with the flow of light on the blade of the sword

I have only just realized that what the top ten noble families said back then, that he is the son of the Demon King, was indeed true and not a lie

When I feel the existence of this world again, it is a night of pouring rain. I sit atop a new grave, allowing the raindrops to penetrate my soul, causing the grave mound and tombstone to crackle and resonate.

I established the Wanlu Gate and accepted over a thousand disciples. However, during that battle, I saved Mo Qing, but due to my busy schedule, I had no time to attend to him, so I assigned him a master. His master claimed that he lacked the talent for cultivating magic, and thus sent him to the mountain gate to serve as a gatekeeper

This fellow! What a clever scheme!

The battle that later generations spoke of darkened the heavens and earth, leaving the rivers and lakes desolate. Although it was not as exaggerated as they claimed, it was indeed a significant battle that established my name within the demonic path

Because when I first met him, it was precisely at a time when his body was covered in bruises. His face also bore dark scars, as black as ink, resembling mysterious symbols. This made his face look terrifyingly ugly.

I originally did not regard these individuals highly, but I truly did not expect the aura within the Sword Tomb to be so formidable

It is a pity that in my life, after countless struggles and endless turmoil, in the end, I have merely made a wedding dress for someone else! I am truly filled with resentment and unwillingness to the point of bleeding with hatred!

However, those disciples of the immortal sect who had their killing formations shattered did not leave. They searched for my traces within the Sword Tomb. At this moment, I no longer have the strength to fight them. The wound on my neck, cut deep to the bone by the murderous aura of the Sword Tomb, nearly severed my neck, making it difficult for me to speak

If the epitaphs are not written well, how can one rest in peace!

He suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked my cheek, his fingertips lingering on the dimple of my cheek. Since I now had to rely on him for help, I naturally had no temper and let him touch me as he pleased

Those who can repair magic have never feared these things

However, what he said did not resonate with me at all. I have seen this kind of thing many times; many people say, "For you, I can give up everything," not because they are great, but simply because they originally have nothing.

It was such a little thing, neither glamorous nor spectacular, and even somewhat inexplicable, that it ended in death

The acknowledged Demon King of our Demon Realm has been dead for over 1,800 years. After the death of the old Demon King, the entire demonic path became fragmented, with warlords occupying territories, lacking any legitimacy. Those from the righteous path, upon capturing a subordinate with a mere ten or so demonic cultivators, declare that person to be the Demon King. By their reasoning, there must be thousands of demon leaders in this world.

At the right moment, someone from the Immortal Sect severed his Achilles tendon with a single sword strike. Mo Qing suddenly fell onto the Sword Mound, and his outstretched hand happened to grasp the Wan Jun Sword that had just emerged from the earth.

In this life of mine as a demon, I have achieved all that I was meant to achieve, and I am only one step away. I long to attain the title of Demon Sovereign, to unify the demon realm that has been divided for a thousand years, to wield power over the world, to command all living beings, and to have none dare to disobey!

He looked at me in silence, then lowered his gaze, fixating on the small silver mirror hanging around my neck. The mirror reflected his face, marred by dark scars. I could not discern his thoughts, but I presumed he was seeking a reward. Thus, I pretended to take down the silver mirror: "This mirror shall serve as a token for you. If you can ensure my safe departure from this place today, I shall guarantee that you will stand proud among all in the demon realm in the future."

The Sword of Ten Thousand Jun recognizes its master

I felt a surge of anxiety as I saw that Mo Qing, whose cultivation was already not high, was now being hacked to the point of bleeding profusely by the people from the Immortal Sect. He stood atop the Sword Mound, blood flowing into the mound, soaking into that radiance.

At that time, I thought I would surely be saved. After Mo Qing led them away, I would take the Wan Jun Sword, quietly slip away to a deserted place to recuperate until my injuries healed, and then return to the Wan Lu Sect to unify the world. At that moment, if Mo Qing were alive, I would protect him; if he were dead, I would erect a beautiful tombstone for him

I have already forgotten where this small silver mirror came from, and I do not know what purpose it serves. I usually think it looks nice to carry, so I have kept it with me all along, which is why I had no hesitation in giving it away.