A divine rift tears through the sky—silent, blinding, and vast.

Descending from it: a Celestial Envoy—cloaked in robes of white flame, golden threads trailing behind him like burning silk.

He hovers, face hidden beneath a jade veil.

"A heresy has stirred. One touched by forbidden birthrights."

With a flick of his sleeve, the land heals, beasts scatter, and dozens of unconscious disciples are raised from death's edge.

He eyes the battlefield. The heavens demand balance.

 "Let the judgment begin."

Panel: Deeper Within the Plains

Wuxie walks amidst the fallen.

Dozens of competitors lie in pieces.

One disciple crawls away, hand outstretched. It was a massacre by him, even the girl that was with him on his way to the blood trails was not speard, Wuixe was happy as all their blood were on his hands, a grin on his face like the demon he is. 

 "W-Wuxie… p-please…"

Wuxie pauses. Smiles.

 "Ah, so you do know my name now."

He kneels and pushes his thumb into the boy's dantian, breaking it with a sickening crack.

The boy screams—Qi torn from his core like silk from flesh.

 "That's for mocking me back at the Sect gates."

He stands. The Primordial Shade behind him whispers something inaudible.

Wuxie whispers back, "No, not yet. Let the others see."

Scene: The Celestial Envoy Confronts Wuxie

He appears suddenly—light folding space like parchment.

He raises his palm. Qi pressure suffocates the area.

"You walk the demon path. A threat to all realms. Submit to heavenly purification."

Wuxie raises an eyebrow.

"Are you a god?"

"I am His will."

 "Then your god is blind."

Wuxie claps his hands, forming a Forbidden Hand Seal—burning a third of his own blood in the process.

The sky turns black, the sun shrivels, and the Envoy's Qi begins to rot.

 "What… is this corruption…?!"

 "It's despair," Wuxie grins. "Now rot."

The Envoy screams as his spirit begins unraveling, wings of light turning to ash. He draws a divine blade—but it rusts before striking.

Wuxie walks up and pushes two fingers through his veil, touching his forehead.

The Celestial Envoy's eyes burst into black lotus flame. He falls.

Backflash: Inside the Envoy's Mind Before Death

We see visions of the Heavens.

A jade throne crumbling.

Celestial beasts weeping.

Scrolls of fate burning.

A voice whispering from the void:

"The Demon Flame rises again."

Scene: Other Competitors

Wuxie does not stop.

He strings two disciples by their intestines, hanging them like meat.

He carves symbols into the bones of a beast tamer, turning her own familiar against her.

One begs for death—he laughs and feeds her a half-digested pill, forcing her to watch her soul slowly corrode.

Meanwhile: The Outer World Watches

At the Sect of Crimson Will, elders gather, pale with dread.

"He has consumed the Celestial Flame."

 "A mortal can't—"

 "He's no mortal. He's the Second Coming of the Black Lotus Path."

Final Scene: Wuxie Alone in a Burned Field

Corpses surround him. Flames lick the edges of the land.

He looks to the sky.

 "Send more."

He sits upon a throne made from stone and severed limbs, his eyes glowing like void-stars.

 "Or better yet… open the Heavens."

"Let me burn them myself."

After a week of journey, Wuixe made it back to the Thousand Serpent Sect, the disciples in shock seeing him back so soon. 

Thousand Serpent Sect– Inner Chambers

A massive hall carved from obsidian, lit by spirit-fire torches.

At the center, the Blood Tower pulses like a living heart, glowing crimson.

Kneeling before it: Wuxie, drenched in dried blood, hands behind his back, calm as death.

> "He's returned," whispers a disciple. "And he survived the entire Blood Trial… alone."

Whispers echo through the chamber. Some shudder. Others dare not speak.

Atop the tower, shrouded in black mist, sits Grand Elder Han Wu, Wuxie's mamaster

He stands and claps slowly.

"My beloved disciple… You've surpassed even my wickedest hopes."

Flashback Montage: Blood Trial Remnants

Celestial Envoy's corpse devoured by black vines.

A demon beast's head used as a tent.

An ancient altar painted in competitor blood forming the sigil of The Thousand Serpent Sect

Han Wu smiles.

"You have called attention from the Heavens. It's time the world remembers why they fear our name."

Scene: Celestial Harmony Sect – Sky Jade Palace

High upon a flying jade mountain, righteous sect elders meet.

Sect Leader Mo Tiansheng, white-bearded and clad in golden robes, slams his cane down.

"This Wuxie… he's cursed. He slaughtered our envoy."

Another elder:

 "A boy born without identity. Taken in by the demonic sects. What did we expect?"

A female cultivator snarls:

"The Thousand Serpent Sect raised a monster. If he completes Foundation Establishment, he will become a threat even the Immortals must acknowledge."

They vote.

 "A bounty shall be placed on his head. Any who kill Wuxie will be granted entrance to Heaven's Chosen Academy."

Scene: Wuxie's Private Quarters 

Wuxie sits cross-legged. Around him: floating, cursed weapons—each taken from the corpses of the Blood Trial.

He opens a scroll:

[Demon Origin Scripture – Forbidden Form, 1st Vein]

The words bleed as he reads them.

His shadow twitches.

 "So… they've placed a price on my head."

 The Primordial Shard floated by his side, it was slowly assimilating itself with him

He smiles.

"Finally. I'm worth something."

Scene: Wuxie and Han Wu

Han Wu and Wuxie walk alone beneath falling black plum blossoms.

Han Wu speaks gently.

"Do you feel it, boy? The fear?"

 "Yes, Master."

"Let them fear you. The righteous blind themselves with light. You will be their eclipse."

Wuxie bows.

"I will become the nightmare they pray to forget."

Han Wu places a hand on his shoulder. A rare moment of paternal pride.

"Soon… we ascend. And the Heavens will break before we bow."

All the righteous sects were worried about the ruin that this demon child will bring, will the heavens smile on them and sace them from this calamity that destiny had made, a destiny still left in mystery and blood.