Prologue: Crimson Moon, Demon Bone
The Feng family—one of the Four Great Houses of the Yuwen Continent—stood proud beneath the heavens, their ancestral manor carved into the cliffs of the Azure Wind Peaks. Its halls echoed with centuries of prestige, honor, and power. And yet, on this night, as an eerie silence swallowed the winds, fate stirred beneath the stars.
In the heart of the Feng household, beneath a vast archway carved of white sandwood—so pale it shimmered like ivory under moonlight—rubies and diamonds glittered inlaid across the ancient door, each gem inscribed with a rune of protection and legacy. It was a door that had witnessed generations of warriors, births, deaths, and secrets. Tonight, it would witness a miracle—or a curse.
A figure paced before the door, robes fluttering like dark waves in a silent sea. Feng Li, the head of the Feng family, was not a man easily shaken. His gaze was sharp, like the edge of a sword unsheathed for war, and his presence commanded deference. Yet in this moment, his pacing betrayed a turmoil he could not suppress.
Suddenly, the sky split.
A beam of crimson light descended from the heavens like a divine spear, piercing the tranquil dome of the night. The once blue-hued moon flared blood red, casting a sinister glow across the land. Every spiritual beast howled, cultivators across the continent froze in meditation, and seers trembled in awe.
Feng Li's eyes widened.
With a sharp breath, he turned and flung open the ornate door.
Inside, the air was thick with incense, blood, and the first breath of new life. On a jade-carved bed lay Lin Fei Lie, his wife, her face pale yet radiant. In her arms, wrapped in silken cloth of phoenix gold, was a newborn child—eyes still closed, yet his presence stirred the very Qi in the air.
Feng Li approached slowly, reverently. His eyes met Lin Fei's, and in them he saw fatigue, love, and… fear.
His gaze shifted to the infant in her arms. For the first time in many years, Feng Li's stern features softened. A smile—gentle and filled with pride—broke across his face as he reached out and cradled the child.
"A boy," he whispered. "Our son."
But Lin Fei's voice, weak yet urgent, shattered his moment of joy.
"Li… our son… he carries the Heavenly Demon Dao Bone... of the Lin Clan."
Feng Li froze.
Impossible. The Heavenly Demon Dao Bone—an ancient legacy of the Lin Clan—was a divine inheritance granted only once in a thousand generations. It was the mark of one who could walk the Demon God Path, a force feared across the Six Realms. Even among demons, it was rare. Among humans… unthinkable.
"And the bloodline," Lin Fei continued, "is pure. Unsealed. My father… will sense it. He may already be coming."
Feng Li's expression darkened. The Supreme Lin Clan—rulers of the Sixth Realm in the Demon God World—would not ignore such a sign. Especially not her father, the Demon Sovereign of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
Outside, the crimson moon pulsed again.
But within the fragile shell of the infant's body… something else stirred.
The child's eyes opened slowly, not yet fully aware, and yet behind those innocent lids swirled the memories of another lifetime.
Memories of Earth.
Memories of betrayal.
A world long gone burned in his mind—skyscrapers, steel towers, the cold boardrooms of the Feng Corporation. Once the heir to one of Earth's wealthiest families, Feng Yu had died not by fate, but by kindness—by trusting those he loved.
A best friend who coveted his wealth.
A lover who sold him for power.
A family shattered not by war, but by greed.
In that final moment, as fire consumed his soul, he had made no cry of vengeance. He had simply wished… for another chance.
And now, reborn beneath a crimson moon, as the son of two powerful bloodlines, marked by the Heavenly Demon Dao, Feng Yu's soul trembled as a whisper echoed through his mind.
> [DING — Heavenly Demon Reincarnation System Activated.]
> [Welcome, Host. The path of vengeance and dominion begins now.]
In that moment, the infant no longer wept, no longer stirred like a newborn. The air turned cold.
Lin Fei gasped. "His… his eyes…"
Feng Li stepped back, stunned. "This presence… it's not… mortal."
Indeed, it wasn't.
Feng Yu—now reborn as Feng Xieyun—was no longer just a child of two realms.
He was the convergence of past and future.
And the world would soon remember his name.
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[TO BE CONTINUED...]