Demon System: Cultivating the Demonic Path

Having his world turned upside down, Taixuan stood silently at the doorstep of the pavilions that he once proclaimed as his 'home'.

After losing his powers and strength, his only way of getting revenge was to beg for help from the elders of his clan, but it turned out, even their hands were dyed crimson with his son's blood.

His feet began to subconsciously retreat, stumbling backwards while all kinds of thoughts swarmed his already weakened mind.

'How am I going to get revenge for my son?'

'Is this it?'

'Why did they betray me?'

'Was I really not caring for any of my people?'

Taixuan had fallen into a state of self-doubt, relentlessly doubting his own past actions, thinking it was his own fault to begin with.

At the same time, an old man who stood solemnly atop the pavilion—looking down at the world as though seeking someone's presence—smiled heretically and let go of a subtle, but definite pressure that spread across the stage where all the different emmisaries of sects gathered alongside the elders of the Mo Clan.

Suddenly, all of them widened their eyes as a smirk formed over the corners of their lips.

'As expected... He's here... Everyone, come to Mount Yunshen.'

A voice whispered into their minds as everyone silently vanished from their seats at the same time alongside the old man who stood atop.

Taixuan remained dozing off in his own thoughts when, all of a sudden, a shadowy silhouette appeared behind him, grabbing onto his face with its palm before disappearing altogether into nothingness.

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Mount Yunshen, one of the highest peaks known to the Tianlang continent and an Ancestral Sacred place to those of the Mo clan.

Situated deep within the jagged peaks of the Yunxiao mountain ranges that shrouded Lianzhou from the North, Mount Yunshen was said to have been the very place where the originator of the Mo clan, Mo Tianzhou had spent centuries perfecting his techniques before coming out into the world.

Some said that the mountain contained his legacy, making many of the descendants and outsiders compete for it.

However, to this day, let alone the top, not a single living being has ever been able to tread its way halfway.

Submerged deeply into the embrace of clouds, its peak remained unseen.

However, that wasn't all to it either.

At the base of the mountain, countless ravines and hidden cliffs remain exposed, posing an immense threat to the climbers or even those who merely want to look at the mountain up close.

At one of such cliffs near the mountain's base, all 14 elders, 6 respective emissaries of major clans, and the elderly man who stood atop the pavilion—all gathered facing the cliff while standing side by side.

In front, Taixuan knelt trembling at the edge of the cliff, his mind shrouded in the sudden change of vision, trying to get used to it.

"Hahaha... Look at him!"

"I never thought I'd live long enough to see such an auspicious day!"

"The arrogant good for nothing has finally fallen to his true level!"

Devious cackles and painful sneers echoed through the entire range, all converging on but one person.

Taixuan, for a split second, thought this was unreal. But it all crumbled away as his empty eyes saw the grins on their face.

'Demons...'

Taixuan's vision hadn't blurred; rather, it was clearer than ever.

Looking at the people that were once his allies, rivals, family—he could no longer feel the sense of companionship.

After losing everything he had, let it be - his world, his powers, his family, his allies, his place in the world—Taixuan could finally see the true face of people.

Those who stood against them weren't humans whatsoever. Although they lacked the obscure horns and the nasty looks, those who stood against him, were demons.

Demons masked under the skin of humans.

One after another, they kept on sneering at Taixuan, while he simply stayed silent.

Seeing that their taunts were doing nothing to him, they proceeded to the next stage—physical abuse.

The elder who stood atop the pavilion looked oddly familiar to Taixuan.

Although he did not have any distinguished feature, there remained a wisp-like cerulean imprint over his forehead, swirling around itself in jagged, diamond-like shape.

'Take care of my daughter, Taixuan. I'm leaving my most precious in your hands.'

A distant memory emerged in his mind. He had remembered who the man was, however, his expressions did not change.

It wasn't that he wasn't shocked to see the very father of his dead wife along with others, but they say, 'A droplet of water can not affect the earth, for it holds the mighty ocean all alone.'

"Let me do the honours." The old man said as he stepped forward and raised his hand, pointing it towards Taixuan before clenching it tightly.

A mysterious force suddenly slammed onto Taixuan's body, surrounding it from all directions tightly.

Then, the old man extended his hand forward, pushing Taixuan's body away from the cliff.

"Do not blame us for this Taixuan. You were a brilliant child; however, you were too righteous to survive in this accursed world. You lacked the ambition of a ruler. You merely wanted to live in a small city while we wanted to take over the heavens. Our ideals did not match, and to make it worse, you unknowingly messed up our plans too many times." The old man said uncaringly.

"Money, power, woman, and then, a son. We tried so many methods to lure you, however, you remained stubborn."

"You had become a nail in our path, and as of now, we had no choice but to take care of you ourselves." He suddenly clenched harder, making Taixuan's body churn and crack in pain, blood leaking from all of his orifices.

"It would've been better if you had just stayed like the little bitch you are." One of the emissaries scoffed.

"From this day onwards, Mo Taixuan, the 13th Patriarch of the Mo clan is renounced-Dead!" He announced to the world as his voice reverberated throughout the mountain range, before finally ungrasping his hand, letting Taixuan slowly disappear into the depths of the abyss.

Even as he fell indefinitely, Taixuan's eyes remained stuck on the wicked smiles that they bore on their faces.

A rage burned inside of him; however, his mind remained stuck on the old man's words. His expressions remained solemn, empty.

'If... For some reason... I survive... Then you shall see the demon you'd have never wished the heavens for.' Crimson tears welled up in his eyes, flowing from the corners of his eyes as he raised his arm towards the cliff from which he had fallen.

'I will... Make you bleed tears and beg for death... I swear on my name...'

"Until that fruitful day arrives... I, Mo Taixuan, refuse to die..." He mumbled in a trembling voice before disappearing into the darkness.