Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

On the third day after descending the mountain, Chi Huo laughed radiantly, laughing maniacally.

In the military camp filled with corpses, Chi Huo stood on the body of a captain, a smile he had never shown before.

He still can't forget the black smoke rising over the village at dusk that day.

He could never forget the figure that collapsed on the riverbank.

Amidst the laughter, tears streamed down Chi Huo's cheeks, mingling with the blood on the ground, making it impossible to distinguish between tears and blood.

The flames burned fiercely, illuminating the patterns on the alchemy cauldron and also the ferocious face of the crimson fire.

Amidst the raging flames, the young man in red robes held a lotus flower he had plucked from the riverbank, murmuring to himself.

"The white lotus is a symbol of purity, rising from the mud unsullied, but this world never gives people a way to survive."

"Sister... I'd rather eat others than be eaten myself. As long as we eat enough, no one will dare to bully us anymore..."

As he muttered to himself, the young man slashed open his left hand, letting the blood drip down and stain the white lotus crimson.

"I was first a carp, then a dragon. Even if I slaughtered everyone in the world and caused rivers of blood to flow, I will still complete this ultimate leap."

"Sister, I, Chi Huo, swear to the heavens that one day I will become a famous figure who will shake the world. I will cross the Dragon Gate and trample everyone under my feet."

"I will tear off the veil of shame that covers the world. One day, I will stand in Qi'an City and personally burn this corrupt and filthy dynasty to the ground!"

"From this day forward, I am the Crimson Flame Venerable!"

……

"So that the leader may know, I was the only child in my family when I was young. I lost both my father and mother at the age of seven. Fortunately, my master took pity on me and took me in as his disciple. I was also carefully cared for by my master's wife, which is why I have everything I have today!"

"However, fate is unpredictable. My master and mistress were careless in their cultivation and suffered a qi deviation, leaving me alone to travel the world. I am willing to serve the Holy Sect like a dog or a horse..."

……

Images flashed through the Crimson Fire Demon Lord's mind like a revolving lantern.

At this moment, a person long forgotten and a name no longer recognizable occupied the entire mind of the Crimson Fire Demon Lord.

Wang Ergou.

A name that Venerable Crimson Fire buried deep in his memory, a name he deliberately forgot.

A name so lowly as to be utterly worthless, like a weed.

A name that the Crimson Fire Demon Lord never wanted to recall, yet it was the beginning of everything.

Fish leap over the dragon gate, white lotus stained with blood.

Life is long, but I only lack one person.

……

Wang Ergou's world is a small mountain village, where there is a peaceful life and an innocent childhood. He has a pair of parents who are not very competent, and an older sister who loves him very much.

The world of Crimson Fire is a Taoist temple, where there is a stern master, a kind and amiable master's wife, and a lie that has lasted for nine years.

Their worlds were small, yet they each had their own joys and sorrows.

Over the long years, Crimson Fire became Crimson Fire Venerable, and Crimson Fire Venerable became Crimson Fire Demon Lord.

People around me have died one after another, and the promises I made have gradually become reality.

The promise became a reality, but the person who made the promise was already dead.

The world of the Crimson Fire Demon Lord is the most vast, encompassing the entire Great Qi and covering the entire Nine Domains, yet it is filled with filth and darkness everywhere.

The mortal world is like a purgatory, where everyone is destined to die. There is no goodness, no beauty, only deceit and endless scheming.

In this vast world, mutual slaughter is an endless symphony, playing in every era; war has never ceased.

The weak remain weak, and the strong remain strong.

The emperor was cruel and inhumane, the court officials were ruthless and vicious, the army killed innocent people to claim credit, the petty officials bullied the weak, and the people were ignorant and immoral...

History is like a cycle, and people never learn lessons from it.

Generation after generation, repeating similar processes time and time again.

This is a never-ending process, with no hope in sight and no end in sight.

……

In the eyes of the Crimson Fire Demon Lord, such a world is destined for destruction.

Since destruction is inevitable, we might as well make a contribution before it happens.

The mortal world is like a prison, and all living beings are like prisoners. Only the Crimson Fire Demon Lord can save all living beings, treat them as "family," and lead them all to the "other shore."

Born in a terrible era and experiencing a series of terrible things, the Crimson Fire Demon Lord realized his own path in this mortal purgatory and embarked on the path of treating everyone under heaven as "family".

Throughout this journey, I have remained steadfast, without experiencing sorrow or joy.

Even now, realizing that his life has finally come to an end and that he is about to be judged by the gods, the Crimson Fire Demon Lord has not felt a trace of regret.

Gazing at the deity walking on the Milky Way, the Crimson Fire Demon Lord felt an unusual calm.

Wang Ergou, Chi Huo, Chi Huo Zun Zhe, Chi Huo Mo Zhu.

From an insignificant child in a mountain village to a powerful demon lord who has slaughtered hundreds of billions of lives.

The hardships along the way are known only to myself.

Even the sister I once felt most guilty towards has long since faded from my memory over the years.

The Crimson Fire Demon Lord felt neither regret nor shame.

He felt that life was like a game of chess, and in this game, he was ultimately powerless to turn the tide.

He didn't lose to anyone, he just had bad luck and encountered a few unreasonable monsters.

If their lives were swapped, the god before him might not have done any better.

It was just bad luck...

Those who kill will always be killed, and the Crimson Fire Demon Lord had long been prepared to be killed.

The Demon Lord, dressed in a bright red robe, stood in the starry sky, gazing up at the gods on the Milky Way, and calmly asked a question.

"Did the True Lord ever have any close family members?"

Above the starry sky, Mu An stopped, and the projected will swept over the figure below.

He still had some recollection of the Demon Lord below.

The Crimson Fire Demon Lord, a villain with a strong connection to Mu An, had clashed with him several times long before Mu An had grown up.

This is a pure villain, an utterly wicked man, unmatched in the entire Nine Realms.

Mu An felt that if it were his original self, upon seeing the Crimson Fire Demon Lord, he would not waste words with him, but would cut off his head immediately and hang it on the city wall to deter all those with ulterior motives.

Unfortunately, a long, long time ago, Mu An lost his pure sense of good and evil. Even now, he cannot feel any anger or joy.

Mu An lowered his gaze slowly, looking at the Crimson Fire Demon Lord who was asking him a question, and said indifferently.

"What's it to you?"

As expected and reasonable, Mu An's question did not surprise the Crimson Fire Demon Lord at all.

These high and mighty gods have always been like this, never deigning to communicate with the weak.

It was like this before, and it is like this now.

He, the Crimson Fire Demon Lord, was the same, and did even worse.

In the end, none of us are good people!