"What a disgrace… I did everything so the world would remember me. I stole, I spilled the blood of immortals and mortals alike… and yet here I am, dying, forgotten. I will be nothing more than a nameless monster."
Those were Fang Li's final thoughts as the spiritual spear tore through his body. Moonlight covered the entire sky, and a gentle breeze caressed his face, lifting his strands of hair backward.
Before his dimming eyes stood the immortals—elders and saints of the Righteous Alliance, who had gathered for the sole purpose of ending his life.
Fang Li smiled proudly, his blood-drenched eyes shining with madness.
"All of you will witness my death… consider it a great honor!"
Their gazes burned with hatred. He did not blame them—for he had slain their brothers, their masters, and their friends.
A young man stepped forward, clad in long robes bound with a golden sash. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes glowed with deep-seated malice.
With a cold voice, he declared:
"Fang Li… this is your end. I will erase your name from history, until no one remembers you. That is my vow—I, Lin Tian, Saint of the Heavenly Flame Sect."
The words barely reached Fang Li's ears. Blood clouded his sight, his body heavier than mountains. But what shattered his soul was not the pain… it was the thought of his name vanishing into nothingness.
Since the day he arrived in this world, he had spent a thousand years walking the righteous path, never gaining what he desired. In the end, he had fallen into the Heavenly Demonic Path—and yet, even that brought him nothing.
Closing his eyes, he let out a bitter sigh.
"I failed again… damn it! I would do anything… anything for another chance!"
Suddenly… laughter echoed through the void. Not a single laugh, but countless distorted voices, weaving together into a maddened symphony.
"Another chance… hahaha…"
Hundreds of voices spoke as one.
Fang Li's eyes shot open. Before him was a sight beyond nightmare: hundreds of eyes, thousands of mouths, and titanic tendrils writhing chaotically in endless darkness.
And when he gazed into one of those eyes, he saw a woman with blue-black hair, gray eyes, cradling a child in her arms. The child stared directly at him—sending a chill deep into his bones.
"Is this the end?" he muttered.
But all the eyes turned toward him, and the cosmic voice answered:
"You seek another chance… and I shall grant it, in exchange for something small."
His body trembled, and he shouted:
"Who are you?! No—what are you?!"
The reply thundered:
"Fang Li… do not waste yourself trying to understand. You never will. Focus only on what I offer you."
He clenched his teeth, heart wavering. If this being could drag his soul here, then surely it could give him what he desired. Yet still, he demanded:
"Why me?"
The pupils widened, and the voice resounded:
"Fang Li… you do not wish to be forgotten, do you? You want your name to be eternal?"
His eyes froze in shock.
"How… how do you know that?!"
Thousands of mouths laughed in deranged unison.
"I… am the one who brought you into the world of cultivation. And I… shall grant you your final chance. But only under one condition."
Fang Li leaned forward, curiosity battling fear.
"What is it?"
Suddenly, a black dagger fell from one of the gaping mouths.
"Your eye… give me your eye, and in return, take one of mine."
Fang Li trembled, staring at the dagger, then at the entity. The demand was beyond madness—but he could not allow his name to be erased.
Taking a deep breath, he grasped the dagger tightly.
"And if I refuse?"
All the eyes narrowed, their gaze sinking into his very soul.
"You will not refuse. I know you too well, Fang Li. Now… gouge it out!"
His hand shook, but his resolve hardened. He had failed once—but this time, he would not. If sacrificing his eye meant seizing his final chance, so be it.
With a scream that shredded his spirit, he tore out his own eye. Blood poured down his face, dripping onto the dagger.
The entity's laughter shook the void.
"Good… good! You are truly fascinating… this is what I love about you humans!"
Another pupil dropped before him. Fang Li seized it, pressing it into his bleeding socket. Instantly, it fused into him like a parasitic eye.
Agonizing pain seared through his mind and body, nearly driving him insane.
"Remember, Fang Li… the path of sin will not be easy. Especially… the Path of Gluttony!"
A blinding white light swallowed everything.
When his vision cleared, Fang Li found himself in a lavish chamber, furnished with extravagance fit for the palaces of ancient Europe.
He sat up on the silken bed, trembling. His body was lighter, his hands smaller, his hair shorter. Staggering toward the mirror, he froze.
The reflection staring back at him was not the immortal demon Fang Li had once been.
"Could it be… that I have reincarnated?!"