Chapter 1: The Fall of Mo Tianxie
The heavens trembled.
The realms roared.
And the name Mo Tianxie, once whispered like a curse, was now shouted with hatred by billions.
All across the skies, figures gathered. Gods with halos of judgment. Demons cloaked in abyssal flames. Immortals whose very breathing made galaxies spin. Their fury weighed down on creation itself, and every word they spoke carried the power to crush worlds.
"The Shameless Tyrant must die!"
"Today, his lies end!"
"Slaughter him! Tear his soul apart so he can never rise again!"
Their combined rage formed a storm that swept across dimensions. Entire worlds shattered in the wake of their killing intent. For the first time in endless years, the multiverse stood united—for revenge against one man.
And in the center of it all… stood Mo Tianxie.
His robes were torn, yet still carried the traces of golden brilliance. His hair hung loose, his once-overbearing aura now dim, but his eyes—those deep, abyss-like eyes—still held a trace of madness. He looked at the sea of enemies surrounding him and laughed softly, the sound both bitter and hollow.
"Billions of so-called supreme experts… all against me alone. Hah. Tell me, is this fear… or glory?"
But even as the words left his lips, something stirred deep within his body.
A faint tremor.
It began in his soul core, where the root of his existence was anchored. It was subtle at first, like a loose thread coming undone. But with every passing breath, the shaking grew stronger, as if some great chain that had bound him for thousands of years was beginning to slip away.
Mo Tianxie froze. His heart clenched, his pupils narrowing.
"This feeling… it's the same as that day…"
That day, long ago, when he first transmigrated into this cultivation world. When he was nothing but a confused mortal, and the SHOW-UP SYSTEM had bound itself to his soul. That sudden rush of power, the unshakable force digging into his essence, the chains locking into his very being—he had never forgotten it.
And now… that feeling was happening again.
Only this time, the chains were not binding.
They were loosening.
A cold dread surged through him. His lips trembled as he spoke the words that had haunted his chest.
"System… you're not going to abandon me now, right?"
The response was merciless.
Ding!
Host has perfected the Realm of Shamelessness.
SHOW-UP SYSTEM is now unbinding from the host.
3… 2… 1… Goodbye.
The voice that had guided him, cursed him, carried him, and mocked him for millennia—vanished.
Like a knife severing the cord of his existence.
Mo Tianxie staggered backward, clutching at his chest. His aura faltered, the brilliance that once crushed enemies with a single word now flickering like a dying flame. For thousands of years, every boast he uttered had been made truth by the system. Every lie became reality, every shameless act became a weapon.
And now… it was gone.
He was alone.
Above him, the storm of wrath gathered speed. Blades of immortal light, rivers of demonic fire, arrows of divine judgment—all surged down at once.
Mo Tianxie's body trembled. He wanted to roar, to curse, to defy. But even he knew it—without the system, he could not withstand this flood. Not against billions of enraged enemies. Not against the combined will of the multiverse.
And then…
Through the chaos, through the despair… a voice.
Soft. Gentle.
Untainted by his arrogance.
> "Tianxie-ge… don't act too wild. One day, heaven itself might stop laughing with you."
His breath caught.
Her voice.
Xiao Yue.
His childhood sweetheart from the very first sect that took him in after transmigration. The girl who followed him when he was weak, who laughed at his nonsense not because she believed his lies, but because she believed in him. The girl who once held his hand and whispered promises of a future he had long forgotten in the madness of his rise.
Her smile flickered in his mind like a lantern in eternal night.
"Xiao Yue…" his voice cracked as the first waves of divine attacks tore across the skies. "I… I never protected you. I let them…"
The rest was lost in the storm.
The flood of fury fell upon him. Mountains cracked, rivers boiled, stars shattered. The multiverse shook as billions of attacks converged into a single point—his body, his soul, his existence.
Mo Tianxie screamed as his soul-thread tore apart. He felt it—something deeper than death. His chance at reincarnation, his very right to return, was being severed.
The system had tampered with his soul. It had not only abandoned him, but shattered his path forward. Even in death, it sought to erase him completely.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
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But in that eternal void… something remained.
Not his enemies.
Not his victories.
Not his shameless boasts.
Her memory.
The memory of Xiao Yue. Her laughter, her tears, the warmth of her hand in his. That single thread of memory refused to break. It clung to him like the final flame in an endless night.
And against all reason, against the system's cruel sabotage, that flame ignited.
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When Mo Tianxie opened his eyes again, the stench of rot and blood filled his lungs. His vision swam, but slowly, shapes returned. A stone ceiling. Rusted chains. The cold dampness of a dungeon cell.
His body was frail, bones thin, wrists bruised raw from shackles. The once-immortal tyrant was now clad in ruined silks of a fallen prince.
The fallen crown prince of a forgotten empire.
He blinked, dazed, then clenched his fists.
The betrayal of the system carved into his bones. The storm of enemies was gone, but the memory of Xiao Yue burned brighter than ever.
And slowly… his lips curled into a cruel smile.
"So this is my rebirth… a disgraced prince, abandoned, framed, and left to rot. Hah."
His voice was low, filled with venom.
"Good. Very good. Then I'll start here."
The chains rattled as his killing intent seeped into the stones, shaking the dungeon walls. His eyes glowed with a cold, ruthless fire that could scorch heavens.
"I'll claw my way back from the gutter again. I'll tear down every enemy, crush every realm, and when I stand at the peak once more…"
His voice dropped into a whisper, trembling with madness and hate.
"…even the system that betrayed me will kneel."