Wei Jian Slowly descends down onto his marble-paved yard. There his wives waited scantily clad. Paying no heed to their attempts, he bypasses them and walks towards his most beloved's tomb. The mother of Wei Suyin, his one and only daughter.
He would offer her the blood rose grown from the Qi of Xu Yang. The blinding rays of the setting sun, made the rose bloom. A single tear would maneuver down Wei Jian's many scars and splatter down onto the rose.
" Father, you're back"
Wei Jian turns around and greets his daughter. Wei Suyin embraces her father, as this was the last time they would be meeting. Wei Jian externally may seem to be fine, but internally his body was consuming itself.
After many decades of using demonic techniques and cultivation methods. He has finally reached his limits. The demonic path of cultivating had its ups and downs.
It allowed the cultivator to gain demonic qi and a small boost in breaking through realms. It also forced the cultivator to be in constant pain and cause constant pain.
When Wei Jian met his 32nd wife, Hu Wenling, he felt happy for the first time in his life. From the start of his life, everything was against him. He was a child born from the hanged body of a rape victim. His first adopted family emotionally and physically abused him.
Until his entire village was annihilated by a hoard of demonic beasts. Leaving him alone in a cabin where he was kept tied and starved by his dead foster family.
A demonic cultivator would come upon Wei Jian. Baffled at his eyes that showed hatred and an undying will to kill. He took Wei Jian in and raised him in the way of a demonic cultivator.
When Hu Wenling died of a mysterious disease it left Wei Jian broken and lost. The only one that was there for him was his daughter. She would follow his every movement, and make him cheer up with her cute laughs.
That missing tooth smile that she greeted him every day then back then gave him his new journey. It gave him the will to withstand the demonic qi disruption.
But now that he has used most of his remaining qi to fight instead of stopping his qi disruption. He will now slowly die as it spreads to his brain. Even the might Heavenly Demon can not escape the immense drawback of qi disruption.
Wei Jian, Year of the Dragon 874 XE, passed away grinning ear to ear. Holding his move beloved wife's hairclip. Suyin, leaning against the wall, slowly falls down. Clasping her face, hiding the tears that flowed nonstop.
*****
In the largest building east of the entrance to the cult. A hundred and twelve individuals can be seen standing around a fighting arena. The two furthest in the front stepped up and greeted each other.
" Wei Tengfei greets, eldest brother Shirong"
" Likewise, second brother Tengfei"
Opposite of those two is Supreme Elder Mao Yaoting. The man that stood by Wei Jian since they met by chance before Wei Jian would become world renown. He in the world of murim is probably one of the beings, no one would ever dare to encounter. For his astounding way of wielding his duel fire, that will burn anything or anyone to dust.
" Demonic Overlord Wei Tengfei and Wei Shirong, there will be no killing of another in this match. But so long as one does not give up or can't fight any longer, one of you will win."
Upon the end of the speech, the two eldest began their match.
Shirong would immediately leap forward releasing the sword's will. Tengfei shifts his body then he quickly turns around, lunging forward with his spear and its will. The wills colliding, shoves the two apart. After warming themselves up, both of them finally released their realms. The once cool and steady atmosphere around them. Became thicker and more visible as the two's realms erupts into view.
To be continued......