As Feng Li's trembling hand hovered over the sapphire-eyed phoenix handle, a sudden tremor rippled through the air, halting his breath.
Above the Feng estate, a beam of crimson light tore across the star-strewn sky, its radiant trail igniting the heavens with an otherworldly glow.
The tranquil blue moon, a silent guardian of the Yuwen Continent, transformed before his eyes, its surface bathing in a deep, blood-red hue that pulsed with an ominous energy.
The sight jolted Feng Li into action; with a surge of instinct, he flung open the white sandwood door, its ruby and diamond encrustations glinting like the eyes of a startled beast.Inside, the chamber glowed with the soft amber of jade lanterns, the air thick with the scent of lotus incense and the faint tang of sweat.
There, upon a silken bed draped in crimson and gold, lay Li Fei, her face etched with the exhaustion of labor yet radiant with the triumph of new life.
In her arms rested a child, tiny and still, his eyes closed as if cradling the secrets of the universe.
Feng Li's heart swelled as he approached, his footsteps silent on the polished stone floor.
He knelt beside his wife, his gaze shifting from her weary yet beautiful face to the delicate form of their son.
Gently, he lifted the child into his arms, the baby's warmth seeping into his soul. A father's smile broke across his stern features, soft and unguarded, as he marveled at the tiny, perfect being—his heir, a beacon of hope for the Feng lineage.But that fleeting joy vanished as Li Fei's voice, weak yet steady, pierced the silence.
"My love," she whispered, her eyes locking with his, "our son was born with the Lin Clan's Heavenly Demon Dao bone and the bloodline of the Lin Clan—the supreme rulers of the Six Realms of the Demon God World." Her words hung heavy, each syllable a weight that pressed upon Feng Li's chest. The Heavenly Demon Dao bone, a rarity even among demons, was a mark of unparalleled power and danger, a legacy so potent it was said to rival the gods themselves.
"This phenomenon," Li Fei continued, her voice trembling with both pride and dread, "will not go unnoticed.
My father, a lord of the Demon Realms, will surely sense it. He may arrive here soon."Feng Li's smile faded, replaced by a mask of grim resolve.
The child in his arms, so innocent and beautiful, now carried a destiny that could unravel the fragile peace of the Yuwen Continent and draw the wrath—or favor—of a demon god.
The crimson moon outside cast its eerie light through the open door, bathing the room in an unearthly glow, as if the heavens themselves bore witness to the birth of a force that would reshape worlds.
In the shadowed expanse of the Demon World, a majestic palace soared beneath a sky of molten crimson, its obsidian walls veined with gold and etched with ancient demonic runes that pulsed with dark power.
At its center, the throne room glowed with the flicker of eternal braziers, illuminating a throne of blackened steel adorned with blood-red rubies.
Seated there, a figure exuded an aura of dread majesty, his amber-and-violet eyes snapping open as a ripple of awareness coursed through the Six Realms.
With a voice like rolling thunder, he commanded, "Night Blood Guard, prepare the troops." From the shadows, his elite bodyguard emerged, nodding silently, as the palace hummed with the prelude to an impending storm aimed at the Yuwen Continent.
Feng Li held his son closer, his mind racing with the implications, knowing that the arrival of Li Fei's father could herald salvation—or an invasion that would test the might of the Feng family to its limits.
As the Night Blood Guard vanished into the shadows to rally the demonic legions, the throne room filled with a low, resonant hum, the air thickening with the promise of imminent action.
The figure on the throne, Li Fei's father and a supreme lord of the Six Realms, rose with a grace that belied his towering presence.
His robes, woven from the essence of night itself, billowed as he descended the steps, each movement deliberate, charged with the weight of millennia.
The rubies on his throne pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, a silent testament to his dominion over the Demon God World.Meanwhile, back in the Yuwen Continent, the crimson moon cast an eerie glow over the Feng estate.
Feng Li stood frozen, the child—his son, Feng Yu—still cradled in his arms, his wife Li Fei's words echoing in his mind. The Heavenly Demon Dao bone and Lin Clan bloodline marked their son as a prodigy of unparalleled potential, but also a beacon that had summoned her father's attention.
Li Fei's hand reached for Feng Li's, her grip weak yet resolute. "We must prepare," she murmured, her voice laced with both fear and pride.
"His arrival will bring either alliance or annihilation."Outside, the estate's guards stirred, sensing the shift in the celestial currents.
The white sandwood door, now ajar, seemed to hum with the same energy that had transformed the moon, its rubies and diamonds glinting like warning signals.
Feng Li handed Feng Yu back to Li Fei, his expression hardening into that of a leader facing an uncharted war.
He strode to the balcony, gazing at the crimson sky, where the beam of light had faded but left an indelible mark.
The Yuwen Continent, once a realm of balance, now teetered on the edge of a collision between mortal and demonic forces.In the Demon World, the palace gates groaned open as ranks of nightmarish troops assembled—hulking demons with obsidian armor, their eyes glowing like embers, and lithe assassins wreathed in shadow.
The Night Blood Guard, a towering figure clad in crimson-tinged plate, oversaw the mobilization with ruthless efficiency.
Drums of war began to beat, their rhythm echoing through the realm, a call to arms that would bridge the realms.
The demon lord's gaze turned northward, toward the Yuwen Continent, a faint smile curling his lips. "My grandson," he mused, "born with the Dao bone. This changes everything."
Back at the Feng estate, a sudden gust of wind carried a sulfurous scent, a harbinger of the approaching storm.
Feng Li rallied his household warriors, their jade-tipped spears gleaming under the crimson moon.
Li Fei, cradling Feng Yu, whispered a prayer to the ancient spirits of the continent, her Lin Clan heritage stirring within her.
The child's closed eyes twitched, as if sensing the clash of destinies converging upon him. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test the bonds of family, the strength of a lineage, and the fate of two worlds, all under the watchful gaze of a blood-red sky.