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In a world where devil Lycans were hunted down like beasts... 
The devil Lycan Zhan Sheng of the Burning Fire Sect burned with an all-consuming desire for vengeance against the Heavenly Orchard sect, who murdered his mate in cold blood. He lived and breathed for the sole purpose of hunting down the omega General Zi Yin, the one who took everything from him and make him pay for his heinous crime. 
Zi Yin's beauty was rumored to be as striking as a crane taking flight, with his lithe figure, long, graceful limbs, and a serene face as tranquil as a placid lake at dawn. 
Zhan Sheng vowed to smash his face to pieces.
His relentless pursuit took him on a perilous journey through the treacherous cultivation world, where he faced constant danger and betrayal. With his sharp senses and lightning-fast reflexes, he navigated through the challenges, determined to reach his target. 
As he edged closer to Zi Yin, Zhan Sheng uncovered the convoluted truth behind his mate's death, revealing the intricate web of deception that shrouded the incident.
But nothing could deter Zhan Sheng's desire for retribution, not even an omega whose gaze shone like the stars.
Transmigration. Cultivation. Rebirth. Multiple universes. Intersex omegas. 

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"What for?" Zhan Sheng asked, not understanding why Li Zhengyu was staring down at him.

"The reasons no longer matter. Everything is in the past," Li Zhengyu replied and walked straight ahead.  Zhan Sheng sat in contemplative silence as Li Zhengyu's words echoed in his mind.

It seems Li Zhengyu had made a choice and it was to live. Zhan Sheng's mouth tugged into a smile, and he looked up at the moon, a calmness settling over him. At least he knew his Lei Bo was all right. Whether he settled in this world or the next.

Wei Jianhong appeared by his side and sat down, his aged staff leaning against his shoulder. The turtle came back, crawling into Wei Jianhong's lap and nuzzling in the folds of his robes.

"The mistakes of the past become the fate of the present... Ones obsession is their strongest demon."

"Is that what you wanted me to learn?" Zhan Sheng asked.

"Yes, it seems you were determined to repeat them."

Dance of Blades