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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 30: Wives of the Shadow Court

The inner sanctum of Shadowlight Sanctuary was more than a stronghold—it was a palace of sin, seduction, and strategy. Within its deepest chambers, Tian Mo's harem gathered under moonlight filtered through a black crystal dome. They were no longer just lovers or pawns—they were Queens of his hidden court. Each held dominion over a facet of the empire.

Anna stood at the forefront, her dark crimson gown split at the sides to reveal supple legs etched with control runes. "The upper cities of the Western Alliance are already ours in spirit," she said. "We've replaced media icons, bought spiritual tech tycoons, and corrupted the daughters of senators."

She turned, eyes meeting Tian Mo's as he lounged upon his obsidian throne. "All that remains is tightening the leash."

Beside her stood Yin Hua, clad in the silken robes of a mistress-infiltrator. "The Holy River Sect sent spies," she said. "I let them believe they turned me. Then I killed one and left the other alive—crippled. He's crawling back with false hope and a soul-bound tracking seed."

"Good." Tian Mo's voice was deep, slow, almost a growl. "Let them think they're winning."

A smirk played at Elena Zhou's lips as she entered, wearing little more than a translucent veil. "Another sect elder proposed marriage to me today," she said mockingly. "An Ice Pavilion scion. Old, fat, and still thinks I'm just a desperate widow."

Tian Mo chuckled darkly. "Marry him."

She blinked, then grinned. "And poison his soul during the wedding night?"

"No. Seduce his granddaughter. Turn her first. Let him watch her fall. Then ruin him."

The chamber grew warmer—cultivation energy thick with lust and corruption.

Across the room, younger women trained in shadow combat and seduction techniques under Su Li's guidance. Daughters of noble houses, captured sect disciples, or volunteers seeking power—they had surrendered everything to serve him.

"Who among you is ready?" Su Li demanded, eyes like fire.

A girl stepped forward, her aura at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. She bowed low, baring her neck. "I offer my body to the Master. Let him carve his brand into me."

Tian Mo rose, his chaotic Qi curling around his fingers like smoke. "Very well. Come."

He pulled her close, fingers tracing ancient runes across her lower belly. They glowed as he whispered the Lust-Forged Slave Seal, binding her flesh and cultivation core to his will.

She moaned, collapsing into his arms. Her breakthrough came mid-climax—rising to the Core Formation Realm in a single breath, body trembling with chaotic enlightenment.

He kissed her cheek, possessive and proud. "You are mine now. Body. Will. Future."

Elsewhere... Terra, Ice Pavilion Sect

Grand Elder Zhao paced before a jade altar, trembling. "Elena Zhou's cultivation is rising too fast. This cannot be natural…"

Behind them, a young woman—his granddaughter, Lian'er—stood with a dreamy smile. Her mind drifted to her last dream… of a dark throne… and the man who bent her will with a touch.

A black lotus bloomed behind her eyes.

Tian Mo lay in bed with three of his women, including the newly marked disciple. Their bodies glistened with spiritual sweat, and his own Qi churned with slow-burning hunger.

He whispered to Anna, "The world thinks strength comes from power. But real strength…"

He trailed a finger along her spine, watching her shudder.

"…comes from obedience. From knowing everything you control can be broken and rebuilt better."

Anna smiled with a predator's gleam. "And your empire, my lord?"

Tian Mo smiled, fangs barely visible.