The sky was painted blood red.The Red Moon rose as if it wanted to pierce the Murim sky.The wind howled, scattering corpses across the battlefield.It was as if the darkness of thousands of years had returned that night.
Mo Tianxue fell to his knees.His long white hair was stained with blood, his left arm was shattered, and his body was stretched to its limit.The black sword in his hand still reflected the light from the sky.The Abyssal Qi seemed ready to explode one last time.
Standing before him, his former disciple, Ling Yan, stood before him, wielding his sacred sword.
Behind him, tens of thousands of warriors shouted, "For justice!"
Tianxue turned his gaze to them; a cold smile stirred within him, a long-forgotten anger.
"Is killing your master really justice, Ling Yan?"
The husky tone in his voice was laced with both pain and anger.
"You are no longer human, Master.
You have surrendered to the darkness."
Ling Yan's voice trembled, but his resolve was firm.
Tianxue slowly raised his head.
"Darkness? That darkness was born from the light you worship.Every light casts a shadow. And now you are lost within them."
Suddenly, the sky cracked open.The Blood Moon grew larger, glowing an even deeper red.Black flames erupted, shaking the mountains.The earth split, and corpses scattered as Abyssal Qi surged violently.
Ling Yan stepped back in alarm.
"W-what are you doing?"Tianxue's eyes fixed on him."Just one final lesson.Darkness is not only for destruction. It protects, shapes, and tests."
The sacred seal burned brightly. Ling Yan leaped into action.
Ling Yan plunged his sword into his master's chest.
Blood gushed as the light vanished within the seal.
Tianxue fell to his knees and whispered:
"I only wanted power... but you... turned me into a demon."
Silence fell.
Then the sky exploded again; mountains crumbled, winds raged across the battlefield.
With his final breath, Tianxue summoned the power of the Blood Moon.
The earth trembled, and Murim fell silent.
A Hundred Years Later…
At the outskirts of a village, an old grave trembled.The wind whistled through dry leaves.The soil cracked and stones shifted.A pale hand emerged from the broken earth.
A face appeared.Long white hair fanned across the ground.Eyes gray, but deep within, a faint red glow flickered.A youthful body, yet the mind carried the wisdom of millennia.
Tianxue opened his eyes.Silence surrounded him; only a distant dog barked.
"This… is not my body."He whispered, gazing at his hands.
Memories of a thousand years echoed in his mind:The sacred seal, the betrayal, the cries of battle…All returned in an instant.
"A hundred years have passed…And yet… this world is still full of slaves to the light."
He looked up at the Blood Moon.A dark vow escaped his lips:
"The Crimson Abyss shall rise again.And this time… darkness will not bow."
The wind shifted.As the moonlight touched him, his pupils glowed red.Black smoke rose from beneath the earth.
He drew a deep breath.Darkness was alive once more.And that night, unbeknownst to Murim, a new era had begun.
"I am Mo Tianxue…The reborn master of the Crimson Abyss."
His stomach growls...
"But I need to eat something first"