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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 32: The Cultivator's Masquerade

The Imperial Blood Court's masquerade was no simple gathering—it was a battleground of status, seduction, and spiritual dominance. Gilded masks shimmered beneath the lantern-lit skies, each guest cloaked in illusion arrays to hide their true cultivation. The powerful danced with the ambitious, and secrets flowed like wine.

But tonight, chaos wore a red dress.

Anna moved through the crowd like a dream painted in lust and velvet. Her mask was fox-shaped, her Qi refined and honeyed, pulsing subtly with demonic charm techniques layered atop Tian Mo's Divine Sins Soul Imprint.

Target One: Lady Min Yue, youngest daughter of a Terra noble clan. Virgin body, innately pure Yin Constitution, used as a political pawn and betrothed to a crippled sect heir. Her eyes met Anna's across the dance floor—and Anna smiled.

In minutes, the two were sharing wine, laughter, and soul secrets.

By the end of the night, Min Yue would wake in Anna's embrace, her spirit root bonded and corrupted—forever Tian Mo's.

Target Two: A high priestess of the Blood Moon Temple, cloaked in divine arrogance and solitude. Anna lured her with a kiss laced in lust-forbidden spirit mist, then whispered dreams of power no temple could ever grant.

Target Three: A dueling prodigy from the Fire Cloud Sect. Anna didn't even touch her. She simply planted a spiritual seed inside the girl's mask—a curse of desire. In weeks, the girl would come seeking Tian Mo's blessing… and womb-bound purpose.

Meanwhile, in a Minor Outer Sect of Terra – Shadow Infiltration Mission

Tian Mo's children had already embedded themselves as disciples of the Falling Sky Sword Pavilion. Each wore simple robes and humble expressions, hiding their unnatural talent behind perfectly curated mediocrity.

The eldest daughter, Yue'er, had seduced her way into the graces of a senior elder by playing the role of a helpless orphan rescued from bandits. Now she controlled his every decision—through pillow whispers and dual cultivation disguised as 'soul purification'.

Her brother, Lin, had poisoned the sect's spirit well with a slow-acting corruption curse. Within weeks, the weaker disciples would suffer setbacks—setting the stage for their silent purge.

One worked as an inner court servant, stealing formation diagrams.

Another posed as a mute alchemist apprentice, mixing obedience dust into pills.

The youngest, barely eight, cried in front of outer sect guards until they took her in. That same night, one guard died. The other became her loyal hound.

And they never once called him Father in public.

Back in Earth – Tian Mo's Mansion

Elena Zhou lay in the bath, her icy demeanor thawed by the rhythmic pulses of dual-cultivation talismans stuck to her breasts and thighs. Tian Mo sat behind her, stroking her neck as he whispered corrupting mantras into her ear.

"You were once a queen among sheep," he murmured. "Now you'll be my wolf. My breeder. My mouth in politics and my thighs in diplomacy."

Her body trembled as the mantra settled in her soul, merging her cultivation path with his demonic domain.

"Your next child will be stronger," he said. "I've unlocked the Fourth Yin Cycle. You'll carry twins—half-demonic, soul-linked, born to seduce even Dao Protectors."

Her gasp turned into a moan. "Yes… my Emperor…"

Later that night, as Tian Mo meditated, the Primordial World Mirror Shard pulsed with power. New golden threads emerged—names, faces, destinies ripe for plucking.

And Terra… was bleeding from within.

Chapter 32: The Cultivator’s Masquerade