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Betrayed by those he empowered. Slain at the peak of his reign. Reborn into a world unworthy of him.

Tian Mo was once a supreme cultivator, a dark sovereign who ruled with absolute might and terrifying intellect. After a million years of conquest, his closest allies turned on him, stripping him of everything. But fate offered no rest. Reincarnated into modern-day Earth, he awakens in a weak mortal body—yet his memories, ambition, and ruthlessness remain untouched.  

  In this strange new world of technology and fragile peace, Tian Mo finds new prey. With the Primordial Chaos Demonic Evil Physique and the forbidden Divine Sins Emperor Technique, he begins building his empire from the shadows. He manipulates the system, devours the corrupt, and topples the powerful—not out of justice, but vengeance... and the endless hunger for power.

There are no heroes in this tale. Only a monster reborn—and the world that will burn beneath his feet.

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EVIL RISING AGAIN!

Chapter 29: Beneath the Veil of Power

Tian Mo stood atop the grand balcony of his mountain fortress—Shadowlight Sanctuary. The estate, hidden from the eyes of Earth's cultivators, had grown into a secret haven for his empire. Surrounding him were towering peaks shrouded in mists, ancient formations warding off even Heaven's Chosen from sensing its presence.

It was morning, but within the Sanctuary, time obeyed Tian Mo's will. A dome of shadowy Qi blanketed the region, maintaining the environment best suited for cultivation, seduction, and domination.

Inside the central hall, the atmosphere was leisurely yet charged with tension beneath the surface. It was a rare lull in the storm of conquest.

Elena Zhou, now fully immersed in the Chaos Lotus Art, was meditating on a bed of ice petals within his personal chambers. Her body, once a monument of restraint, now overflowed with Yin energy, ripe and pure. Her cultivation neared the early Void Shattering Realm, fed not by solitary effort, but by dual cultivation with Tian Mo himself.

Anna, meanwhile, lay sprawled across silk sheets. Her body still bore the heat of last night's ritual—a blend of pleasure, pain, and chaotic runes etched across her inner thighs, pulsing gently in sync with Tian Mo's heart.

Their bond had deepened beyond master and servant. She was now his voice in the underworld—coordinating assassins, information networks, and influential women to infiltrate governments, guilds, and sects.

Su Li entered, dressed in blood-red silks, her figure regal and dangerous. "The children have returned from the outer gates," she said with a proud smile. "Four passed the Hidden Blade trials. Two died. One killed himself in shame."

Tian Mo nodded. "Good. The weak must fall so the blade stays sharp."

He turned, and from the shadows, five youths stepped into the room. Each was beautiful, deadly, and barely sixteen. His children—born from his harem, raised in isolation, tempered by blood.

"My sons and daughters," Tian Mo said, his voice low but brimming with dark pride. "The world will never know your names… only your shadows."

One of the boys knelt. "Father. Our blades are yours."

Another girl, with features reminiscent of Yin Hua, whispered, "We are ready to serve. To kill. To die."

Tian Mo approached her and placed a single black rune upon her forehead. "You'll lead the first mission. A sect elder who once mocked your mother dares rise again. Show him what regret tastes like."

She bowed, her eyes glowing with demonic Qi. "As you command, Father."

Later that night, within his sacred inner chamber, the sounds of lust echoed. Tian Mo lay with Elena and Anna, their bodies entwined in a chaotic cultivation circle. Sex was no longer mere pleasure—it was a sacred rite.

Their moans, cries, and gasps were soaked with Qi. Each climax pushed them further into enlightenment. Tian Mo's hand wrapped around Anna's throat as he thrust deeper, his chaotic seed searing her insides with energy that rewrote her cultivation base.

Elena kissed his chest, whispering, "More. Mark me again. Make me yours—mind, soul, and Dao."

Hours passed in a haze of flesh, runes, and overflowing spirit energy. When it was done, all three lay wrapped in each other's limbs, glowing faintly.

"This... is how dynasties begin," Tian Mo murmured.

Yan Wujin received another report. Tian Mo's energy signature had breached the false Dao layer. But what disturbed him more... was the evidence of multiple cultivators with lineage identical to his.

"Children?" he muttered. "He's breeding an empire…"

The sky thundered above the Pavilion.

Ming Yue stepped in, her expression unreadable. "Then we must prepare. Not just for him—but for the monsters he'll leave behind."

Yan Wujin stared out toward the boundary of the world. "It's not just Earth anymore. We're running out of time."