There was no light.
There was no sound.
There was no time.
Mo Wudao opened his eyes, but he could not see anything. He could not feel his body. He could not feel his heartbeat. It was as if he had become nothing.
"So this is death," he said calmly.
But even as he said that, he knew something was wrong.
If this was death, why could he still think?
If this was nothingness, why was he still conscious?
Mo Wudao did not panic. Panic was useless. Fear was useless. Emotions were useless.
So he began to think.
"Let me organize the information," he said into the darkness, as if he were talking to himself in a quiet room.
"Fact one: The universe is controlled by Heaven."
"Fact two: Heaven needs both Light Energy and Dark Energy."
"Fact three: Worlds that produce too much of one energy are destroyed."
"Fact four: Good and Evil are not moral systems. They are energy production systems."
After saying this, he became quiet for a long time.
Then he asked the most important question.
"Where does this energy go?"
No one answered him.
But Mo Wudao smiled slightly.
"Energy cannot disappear," he said. "It can only be transferred."
"So… Light and Dark Energy must be flowing somewhere."
At that moment, he felt something.
A flow.
A current.
It was extremely weak, but he could feel it passing through the darkness like a river in an endless desert.
Mo Wudao focused his mind on that flow.
Slowly… very slowly… he began to understand.
"This is… the river of energy that flows through the entire universe," he whispered.
"This is where all Light and Dark Energy go after they are harvested from worlds."
If someone else discovered this, they would be shocked.
Mo Wudao was not shocked.
He was excited.
Because he had just found the foundation of the universe.
The First Experiment
"If energy can flow," Mo Wudao said, "then it can be redirected."
He did not have a body.
He did not have power.
He only had one thing.
His mind.
So he began his first experiment.
He thought about the moment his world was destroyed.
He thought about the screams.
He thought about the fear.
He thought about the despair.
He thought about the hatred he felt toward Heaven.
And something responded.
A cold, dark energy slowly gathered around his consciousness like black mist.
"So this is Dark Energy," he said.
He did not feel corrupted.
He did not feel evil.
He only felt… powerful.
"Interesting," he murmured. "Very interesting."
He then tried something else.
He remembered the kind priest who raised him.
He remembered the people who helped him when he was young.
He remembered the smiles of the children in the city.
A warm, golden energy appeared.
Light Energy.
Mo Wudao laughed softly.
"So simple… and yet the entire universe is built on this simple system."
Emotion creates energy.
Energy flows into the universe.
Heaven collects the energy.
Worlds are destroyed and created to maintain balance.
It was not a divine system.
It was an energy farm.
The Discovery
Mo Wudao then asked the question that changed everything.
"If I can feel this energy… can I control it?"
He focused on the Dark Energy again and tried to compress it.
At first, nothing happened.
So he tried again.
And again.
And again.
There was no time in the void. It could have been years, centuries, or thousands of years. But Mo Wudao continued trying, over and over again, like a scientist doing endless experiments.
Finally… the Dark Energy moved.
It compressed into a tiny black point in front of his consciousness.
He had no face, but if he did, he would be smiling.
"If I can control Dark Energy…"
"Then I can create a new power system."
Heaven gave power to the good.
Then he would give power to the evil.
Heaven had Angels.
He would create Demons.
Heaven had Holy Scriptures.
He would write a Demonic Scripture.
The Birth of a New Path
Mo Wudao looked at the tiny black point of energy floating in the void.
From this day on, the universe would change.
Because of this tiny point.
Because of him.
He began to organize everything he learned about Dark Energy:
Hatred makes it stronger.
Despair makes it purer.
Betrayal makes it more violent.
Desire makes it grow faster.
Ambition makes it stable.
Killing intent makes it sharp.
"This is not just energy," he said slowly.
"This is the energy of intelligent life."
He then said the sentence that would later be written in countless forbidden books across the universe:
"Light Energy is given by others."
"Dark Energy is created by yourself."
Light required faith.
Dark required will.
Light followers prayed to Heaven.
Dark followers would rely on themselves.
Mo Wudao made a decision.
He would not ask for power.
He would create power.
He gathered more and more Dark Energy and began building something in the void.
Lines appeared.
Symbols appeared.
Words appeared.
He was writing a book.
Not on paper.
Not on stone.
He was writing directly into the fabric of the universe.
A cultivation method that turned:
Pain → Power
Hatred → Power
Betrayal → Power
War → Power
Death → Power
This was not a normal cultivation technique.
This was a system.
A system that could fight Heaven's system.
Thousands of years passed in silence as he continued writing.
Finally, the book was complete.
Mo Wudao looked at the dark book floating in the void and read the first line he had written:
"If the world refuses to give you justice…"
"Then become evil."
He thought for a moment.
Then he shook his head.
"Too childish," he said.
He erased the sentence and wrote a new one.
"This world has never been fair."
"So why should you follow its rules?"
He nodded.
"Yes," he said. "This is better."
He looked at the book and gave it a name.
The Great Demonic Script.
At the moment he named it, the entire void trembled.
As if the universe itself realized that something was terribly wrong.
Mo Wudao looked into the darkness and said calmly:
"Heaven created the rules."
"I create the loopholes."
"From today onward…"
"There will be a new path in this universe."
"The Demonic Path."
The dark book opened by itself, and countless black lights shot out into the darkness, flying toward unknown worlds across the universe.
Seeds.
Seeds of demons.
Mo Wudao watched them leave and said one final sentence for this chapter:
"Go."
"Spread chaos."
"Spread war."
"Spread evolution."
"And tell them…"
"Your Ancestor has awakened."
In the endless void, a throne slowly formed from darkness.
Mo Wudao sat on it and closed his eyes.
And for the first time since his world was destroyed…
He began to cultivate.
Not as a human.
Not as a god.
But as something new.
Something that had never existed before.
The First Demon.