Chapter 1: Demon's Wrath – The Fall of Heaven

Heaven’s Judgment

The sky wept with golden fire.

The once boundless heavens had transformed into a vortex of annihilation. Lightning danced wildly, splitting the void apart, each bolt carrying the judgment of the gods. The winds howled like tortured souls, and the land trembled beneath an unseen pressure.

This was not a tribulation meant for mortals.

This was an execution.

And yet, at the center of this chaos, a lone figure stood—unbowed, unbroken.

Ji Yang.

His black robes fluttered violently in the storm’s fury, yet his posture remained still, like an eternal mountain. His golden eyes reflected the heavens' wrath, not with fear—but with contempt.

Then—the first bolt struck.

BOOOOOOM!

A spear of divine punishment descended, crashing onto his body with world-shattering force. The impact sent ripples of destruction across the land, reducing mountains to dust. Ji Yang’s body trembled, his skin burned, his bones groaned under the sheer force—yet his feet did not move.

Blood trickled from his lips.

The second bolt came. Then the third.

Each strike was enough to obliterate entire sects, to reduce saints to ashes. But Ji Yang endured. He did not kneel.

The sky rumbled in fury.

Then, the fourth strike descended—deep violet, infused with the rage of the heavens themselves. The divine energy twisted reality, the space around Ji Yang distorting under its might.

This was a lightning bolt that could erase a soul from existence.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The world turned white. The land cracked open like shattered glass. The air itself screamed.

As the dust settled, Ji Yang stood—his robes in tatters, his body scorched, but his eyes… they still burned.

And then—he laughed.

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A low, chilling sound that echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers through those who dared to witness it.

“Is this all the heavens can muster?”

The gods watching from above trembled.

This… was not how a condemned man should behave.

But before he could take another step, a shadowy figure materialized beside him.

Then—the blade struck.

The Betrayal

Schhhkk!

The sound was almost delicate, almost insignificant.

Yet Ji Yang’s body stiffened.

His golden eyes lowered—to the blade piercing through his heart. A divine weapon, shimmering with celestial power, now tainted with his blood.

And the hands holding it…

Were familiar.

His disciple.

A boy he had raised. Nurtured. Trained.

A boy who now stood with an expression devoid of emotion, as if this betrayal meant nothing.

"Why?" Ji Yang’s voice was a whisper, yet it carried across the battlefield like a storm.

His disciple’s gaze did not waver. "Because power belongs to the strong."

A pause.

Then—Ji Yang chuckled. Blood dripped from his lips, yet his smirk remained.

"Power?" His golden eyes darkened, an unfathomable abyss lurking within them. “You were always a fool.”

The heavens howled louder, as if mocking his fate.

The Arrival of the Supreme Gods

Then, from within the storm, eleven radiant figures descended.

The Supreme Gods of the God Domain.

Each one exuded an aura that distorted the very fabric of reality. Their divine presence pressed upon the battlefield like an unmovable mountain, suffocating all beneath them.

One of them stepped forward, his voice carrying the weight of divine law.

"Ji Yang, this is the end of your path. Surrender the Ancient God's Treasure, and we will grant you a swift death."

Ji Yang, barely standing, let out a cold chuckle.

"A swift death?" His voice, hoarse yet unyielding, echoed like a death knell. “Do ants offer mercy to lions?”

The gods’ expressions darkened.

A Supreme Goddess stepped forward, her eyes like frozen stars. "Your defiance is meaningless. Your body is broken, your disciple has betrayed you. What hope remains?"

Ji Yang’s smile widened. "Hope?"

His golden eyes burned. "Hope is a fool’s dream. But rage? Rage is eternal."

The leading Supreme God’s expression turned grim. "Enough! Activate the formation. Erase him from existence!"

The Heaven’s Wrath Formation

The Supreme Gods raised their hands. A golden seal appeared in the sky, inscribed with celestial scriptures older than time itself.

BOOM!

Golden chains erupted from the void, wrapping around Ji Yang like vipers. The ground trembled as divine light seared through his body, trying to tear apart his soul.

"Struggle all you want," the Supreme God sneered. "Heaven’s will is absolute."

But then—Ji Yang's golden eyes changed.

His right eye turned pitch black, deeper than the void itself, pulsing with a terrifying demonic aura.

His left eye turned pure white, radiating an overwhelming divine presence.

Black and white—light and darkness—coexisting in one being.

The Supreme Gods… hesitated.

"What… is this?!" one of them muttered, his divine body trembling.

Ji Yang, his face still bloodied, lifted his gaze to the heavens.

And then—he smiled.

Not the smile of a desperate man. Not the smile of a defeated warrior.

It was the smile of absolute dominance.

A terrifying, wicked grin.

A smirk that sent a chill down the gods’ spines.

"Now…" his voice was calm. Deathly calm.

The heavens stilled. The storm paused, as if the universe itself held its breath.

Ji Yang slowly spread his arms. The air trembled.

"Let me show you… the most powerful technique ever created."

The Supreme Gods' eyes widened in horror.

"STOP HIM!!"

But it was too late.

The Demon Awakens

A black-and-white lotus bloomed in Ji Yang’s palm, its petals shimmering with an energy beyond gods and demons.

The Heaven-Destroying Lotus.

Reality cracked. Space twisted. The formation shattered.

Ji Yang laughed—a sound that echoed across the heavens.

"If you want my treasure… then follow me to the gates of death!"

And with that—he unleashed it.

The Divine Catastrophe

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The Heaven’s Wrath Formation—shattered.

The skies split apart. Mountains collapsed. Rivers evaporated.

The Supreme Gods were flung back like insects. Their celestial bodies cracked, their divine weapons turned to dust.

And Ji Yang?

His presence… vanished.

The Unknown Fate

As the dust settled, only ruins remained.

Among the eleven gods, some barely clung to life. The strongest among them, Supreme God Tian Xu, stared into the void, his face grim.

Had Ji Yang perished?

Had the heavens f

inally crushed the one who defied them?

Or…

Was this just the beginning?

A whisper lingered in the void.

A whisper that made even the gods shudder.

"I am not done yet."

[To be continued…]

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