Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[With a raise of his hand, an energy sphere was formed, carrying the force to destroy everything, directly striking the star core. The brilliant planet shattered in an instant, its scorching light blossoming like fireworks, illuminating the dark universe—this was the most beautiful spectacle in the cosmos, planetary fireworks!]

[Such actions are not condemned by high-level civilizations, but rather revered by countless strong individuals as a symbol of power.]

[In the cosmos, cold and ruthless, survival of the fittest, the truth is—the fist!]

[Xiao Ying had long seen through this truth. As a top powerhouse under the Radiance, with Starry Sky Legendary Combat Power, apart from insignificant enemies below Purple Gold daring to seek trouble, other strong individuals, including the forces of the Immortal Nine Emperors, wouldn’t easily provoke him.]

[Even if Xiao Ying destroyed tens of thousands of primordial planets and set off fireworks, no one would question him directly. His power and status put him above the rules.]

[Battle with Emperor Yuan.]

[Xiao Ying felt deeply inadequate, realizing he did not possess the strength to contend against the "Demon Dragon" as Bai Ze claimed.]

[The Blood Lotus Demon Venerable, whom Bai Ze spoke of, single-handedly defeated eighteen radiant powerhouses, even the messengers of three Ultimate Powers and the united forces of the cosmos, relying solely on "fists" and "Power of Destruction."]

[Upon unleashing the "Demon Venerable Body," Xiao Ying’s energy level barely reached the threshold of a Radiant Life Form, yet he was well aware he was far from the level of the Blood Lotus Demon Venerable. He estimated he could at most withstand the combined force of three to five radiant powerhouses.]

[He decided to seal the "Phoenix Power" along with the "White Phoenix," focusing instead on the cultivation of Martial Dao. Sitting cross-legged on a desolate planet, surrounded by faint airflow, he sought to break through his own limits through the tempering of the body and Qi.]

[However, the harsh cosmic environment contributed little to his improvement. After three years of arduous cultivation, progress was minimal.]

[Going further, supernova explosions, black holes, the depths of neutron stars—these extreme conditions might bring breakthroughs, but the risks were too great. Xiao Ying stood in the void, gazing at a distant supernova about to erupt, its scorching light illuminating his face, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.]

[Once he steps in, even he might not emerge unscathed.]

[Another three months passed, and Xiao Ying was still unable to find a direction for breakthrough. Just as he fell into confusion, a dark figure materialized from the void.]

[That figure was one of the Twelve Demon Venerables—the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable.]

[He wished to form an alliance with the Phoenix to jointly wage war against the Abyssal Dimension.]

[Xiao Ying learned from the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable that the Twelve Demon Venerables had split into two factions.]

[One faction, led by the Soul Refining Demon Venerable, aimed to devour the universe—they were the lonely souls and ghosts under the thrones of the Three Kings of Radiance, Four Gods of Apocalypse, and Immortal Nine Emperors. Their mother stars and everything they had were destroyed.]

[They were avengers, burning with endless hatred and a desire for destruction.]

[The other faction, led by the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable, sought power purely for its own sake, indifferent to the destruction of the universe, focusing solely on their benefits.]

[They believed the universe should not be destroyed at this stage, only by maintaining the status quo could they receive more blessings from the Abyssal Dimension.]

[They were passive actors, even secretly joining forces to suppress the Lord of the Abyssal Dimension, to maintain cosmic balance.]

["Abyssal Dimension?"]

[This phrase reminded Xiao Ying that he could go to the Abyssal Dimension for cultivation.]

[The Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable saw Xiao Ying’s apparent interest, a trace of delight appearing on his face. His scarlet eyes flashed with pride as he stepped forward slightly, his voice low and tempting: "As long as you unite with me, the power of the Abyssal Dimension will be at your disposal, and the breakthrough to Radiance is just around the corner."]

[Xiao Ying nodded, obtaining the method to reach the Abyssal Dimension from the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable.]

[The White Phoenix trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.]

[In the next second, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood, reappearing behind the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable.]

[The intense light of the White Phoenix sliced through like lightning, instantly tearing apart the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable’s body, the dark mist dissipating in the light, leaving only a shrill scream.]

["Why?" Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable turned with difficulty before dissolving, his scarlet eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.]

["The weak do not deserve to speak to me," Xiao Ying responded coldly.]

[Xiao Ying ignored the remnants of the Bone-Eroding Demon Venerable, raising his hand to communicate with the "Black Sun Mark." A stream of dark energy surged from his palm, swiftly forming a massive vortex in the void. The center of the vortex emitted a heart-palpitating dark aura.]

[Without any hesitation, Xiao Ying stepped into the vortex, his figure vanishing instantly.]

[The next moment, he appeared in his own Abyssal Dimension—Black Soil Layer.]

[Here, there were no stars, no light, only endless darkness and bloodshed.]

[Screams and cries resounded, the scent of blood and the acrid smell of sulfur permeated the air, suffocating.]

Xiao Ying took a deep breath, feeling a long-lost sense of comfort.]

["Great Majesty!"]

[A low and reverent voice rose in the darkness. The figure of a True Demon emerged from the shadows of the Black Soil Layer, kneeling on one knee, head lowered, his voice filled with undisguisable awe and worship.]

[He felt the aura of the Lord of the Demon Abyss, which belonged to Xiao Ying, powerful and scorching.]

["Great Majesty!"]

[Countless True Demons came to pay homage to the Lord of the Abyss.]

[Xiao Ying walked coldly forward, the black soil beneath his feet thudding with each step, the surrounding demon creatures sensing his aura, retreating, not daring to approach.]

[He arrived at a half-buried tombstone, the name engraved on it already blurred, leaving only half-remnant marks. Xiao Ying reached out, his fingertips gently brushing the dust off the tombstone, slowly and meticulously.]

[A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, yet it was fleeting, replaced by icy indifference.]

[Xiao Ying slowly raised his head, gazing down at the True Demons kneeling on the ground, his lips curling into a cold smile.]

[Slaughter! Begin!]

[In the next moment, the entire Black Soil Layer plunged into endless slaughter.]

[Xiao Ying’s figure darted through the darkness like a specter, the scorching light slicing through everything like a blade. The cries of the True Demons echoed, the air saturated with the scent of blood and sulfur, dyeing the land deep red.]

[Ten years later, when the last scream faded, no life remained in the Black Soil Layer.]

[Xiao Ying returned again to that half-buried tombstone, its name still indistinct.]

["I, Blood Lotus Demon Venerable, Xiao Ying," he raised his head, "sacrifice all life in the Black Soil Layer, resurrect her."]

[The whole Demon Abyss Will began vibrating violently.]

[The pitch-black sky suddenly cracked a rift.]

[At that moment, a calm and determined voice suddenly echoed in Xiao Ying’s mind: "Great Majesty, you are my reason for wielding the blade."]

[Before the voice subsided, the void suddenly shattered, and a woman broke through space, her presence carrying a sharp, chilling intent as she descended slowly. She tightly gripped a demonic long blade, its blade shimmering with scarlet light.]

[Her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet cold as frost, her eyes like sharp stars, emitting a captivating brilliance. Her red hair danced like flames in the wild wind.]

[Her posture was tall and graceful, the dark red armor fitting her body perfectly, outlining smooth and powerful curves.]

[She was akin to an unsheathed blade, both sharp and coldly beautiful, like a rose blooming amid blood and fire, both dangerous and fascinating.]

[The red-haired woman stepped toward Xiao Ying, kneeling on one knee, the long blade slanting at her side, she bowed her head and spoke in a deep voice: "Demon Blade Messenger Moli, at your command."]

[—Demon Blade Messenger Moli.]