Night fell. In the Ancestral Temple, within a vast and dark hall, shrouded in black mist and heavy with demonic aura, sat 108 Demon Saints, solemn and heads bowed. Among them, some bared elongated fangs, their veins bulging in fierce agitation.1

Before them were three esteemed seats. On the left, a seductively dangerous woman wreathed in bloody blossoms; on the right, a young man with hair trailing to the floor.0

The central throne, however, was empty but for a swirling mist of green, within which lurked a worm, as thick as an arm, with a fist-sized, oily green eye.0

"This is the decree from the Forbidden Fate Demon Emperor," an old man in a black robe croaked, his voice raspy. "That's all he sent." His words fell into a prolonged silence, the thick air of bloodlust swirling among the demon ranks. Sorrow, rage, and defiance brewed in their crimson eyes.0

"Disaster fell from the heavens, ravaging our kind. Such injustice! What a hard life we lead," lamented the green mist creature in an ancient, mournful voice. "Alas, our fleeting existence. Born into...0