Not all demons are born from rage.
Some are born from despair.
Some are born from injustice.
And some…
Are born from truth.
A Different World
Far away from Tianhe World, there was another world.
Qingyun World.
If Tianhe World was a world where the strong oppressed the weak, then Qingyun World was the opposite.
This world was ruled by righteous sects.
They preached justice.
They preached honor.
They preached morality.
They preached righteousness.
And they killed anyone they called evil.
In Qingyun World, being called "evil" was a death sentence.
The Scholar
In a small prison cell, a young man was sitting quietly, reading a book.
His name was Shen Wuliang.
He was not a warrior.
He was not a cultivator.
He was a scholar.
And tomorrow, he was going to be executed.
His crime?
He wrote a book.
A book that said:
"Righteous sects are not righteous."
"They just decide what righteousness means."
For that sentence, he was labeled Demonic Scholar.
Tomorrow, he would be executed in front of the entire city as a warning to others.
But Shen Wuliang did not look scared.
He just kept reading.
The Visitor
That night, a black book appeared on the table in his prison cell.
Shen Wuliang looked at it for a long time before touching it.
He was not surprised.
He was not scared.
Instead, he said something very interesting:
"So… you finally came."
The book did not move.
Shen Wuliang smiled slightly.
"A power that feeds on pain, hatred, and despair… has been appearing in multiple worlds recently."
"A new cultivation system that does not rely on Heaven."
"A system that turns suffering into power."
"If my calculations are correct…"
"You are the creator of the Demonic Path."
The book slowly opened.
On the first page, the same sentence appeared:
"If you are reading this book,"
"It means the world has already abandoned you."
"Good."
"Now you belong to me."
— Mo Wudao
Shen Wuliang read the page and then… laughed.
Not like a madman.
Like a scholar who had just proven a theory correct.
"Fascinating," he said.
"Absolutely fascinating."
A Conversation Across Worlds
In the void, Mo Wudao looked at Shen Wuliang with interest.
"Most people who see that book react with fear, anger, or desperation," Mo Wudao said.
"But you are calm."
Shen Wuliang looked up, as if he could see through space itself.
"Fear is for people who have hope," Shen Wuliang said.
"I lost hope a long time ago."
Mo Wudao smiled slightly.
"Why did they imprison you?" he asked.
Shen Wuliang closed his book and answered:
"Because I told the truth."
"And what truth was that?" Mo Wudao asked.
Shen Wuliang's answer was simple:
"Justice is decided by the strong."
"Morality is written by rulers."
"Righteousness is just a weapon."
"And the moment I proved that…"
"They called me evil."
There was a long silence.
Then Mo Wudao said:
"You are not like the first one."
"He wants revenge."
"But you…"
"You want to prove something."
Shen Wuliang nodded.
"I want to prove that this world is a lie."
The Offer
The Demonic Script turned to another page.
"This is the Demonic Path."
"It will give you power."
"But you must pay a price."
"The more precious the sacrifice…"
"The greater the power."
Shen Wuliang did not immediately accept.
Instead, he asked a question:
"If I take this power… what do you want from me?"
Mo Wudao answered honestly:
"Spread the Demonic Path."
"Break the system."
"Create chaos."
"Prove that Heaven's order is not absolute."
Shen Wuliang thought for a long time.
Then he asked one final question:
"If I help you… and one day I become a threat to you… what will you do?"
Mo Wudao answered without hesitation:
"I will kill you."
Shen Wuliang smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Then I can trust you."
The Choice
The Demonic Script floated in front of Shen Wuliang.
"What will you sacrifice?" Mo Wudao asked.
Shen Wuliang looked at his hands.
Then he said something unexpected:
"My name."
Mo Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly.
Shen Wuliang continued:
"From today onward, Shen Wuliang is dead."
"Names are identity."
"Identity is attachment."
"Attachment is weakness."
"If I walk the Demonic Path…"
"I will walk it without identity."
The Demonic Script glowed.
Mo Wudao smiled.
"Very good," he said.
"From today onward…"
"You will be known as…"
Wu Ming.
The Nameless Demon.
The book turned into black smoke and entered his body.
Wu Ming closed his eyes as dark energy filled his veins.
Outside, the execution platform was already being prepared.
Thousands of people were gathering to watch the execution of the "Demonic Scholar."
Inside the prison cell, Wu Ming opened his eyes.
They were completely black.
"Tomorrow," he said quietly,
"I will prove something to this world."
Far away in the void, Mo Wudao looked at the universe and said:
"One demon for war."
"One demon for wisdom."
"Now the game becomes interesting."