Undying Netherwheel
On the day I was born, my mother died in childbirth. My father carried me, afflicted with a mysterious illness that seemed almost otherworldly, seeking cures far and wide. He climbed countless mountains, pleaded with innumerable healers, bowed his head in desperate prayer time and again, and shed more tears than he could remember. Yet when we finally returned home, my sickness remained, and in its place, I gained a younger sister whose body would never grow. That year, I left behind my ancient clan. I entered the Sword Sect of Shu, ventured into the underworld among the dead, abandoned the path of immortals to embrace the way of demons. My journey was drenched in blood and stormed by violence, and I rose to the top of the Demon Hunters' Register. Though born as a demon, there was no malice in my heart. I had never wished to become what they called a demon, but when the voices of the world declared me so, when rumor turned to truth, then in the eyes of all, I became the embodiment of unforgivable evil—a demon in flesh and name.
Undying Netherwheel
Azure Mysterium, Eastern Domain—
Yunqi Kingdom, Luoyang Town, Qin Family Training Grounds.
“He’s awake, he’s awake, thank goodness…”
Amidst a chorus of joyous voices, a youth with ashen-brown hair, surrounded at the heart of a crowd, slowly opened his eyes.
“It hurts, damn it, it really hurts…”
The boy lifted his head with effort, revealing a delicate, youthful face. Though his features contorted with agony, his jet-black eyes shone with an unyielding tenacity and resolve. One hand pressed to the ground, the other clutching his chest, he endured the agony in silence, refusing to utter a sound. Before he could finish a single sentence, the pain overwhelmed him and he lost consciousness once more.
From the blood freshly spilled from his lips and the slight depression of his chest, it was clear the wounds he’d suffered were not minor. Yet his breathing remained steady and deep—a small mercy.
“Thank goodness, his breathing has finally settled. A moment later and lasting harm might have taken root,” said an elderly man with a long beard, crouched opposite the boy. The old man’s face was stern and weathered, his thick brows drawn in a line conveying solemn authority. Yet in the depths of his gaze, a deeply hidden tenderness suggested that saving this scion of the Qin family mattered greatly to him.
“Thank you, Grandfather!”
Beside the unconscious boy stood a little girl, her hair in two pigtails, clad in a pale green dress. Though her expression was cool, an otherworldly grace radiated from her, like a lotus blossom just em
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