Torchlight flickers against ancient black stone. Carvings of serpents in battle with divine beasts twist along the walls. Each step down this endless spiral staircase makes the very Qi of the world feel thinner.

The deeper they go, the more wrong the world feels.

Wuxie walks behind Han Wu, his Primordial Qi curling around him like mist from an ancient tomb. But for the first time, even Wuxie can feel it—

Something old… Something older than evil… watching.

Han Wu: "Long before the heavens had their emperors… long before the demon sects were born… the Devouring Moon Beast fell here."

Wuxie (low, thoughtful): "Fell?"

Han Wu: "It fought Heaven. And Heaven cheated. They sealed it, not because they could kill it, but because they feared what it would become."

They finally reach a massive obsidian gate, engraved with runes that look like they were drawn by a madman. Behind it:

 A sound—not a roar, not a growl. A… breathing. As if a world was alive and sleeping.

Han Wu turns to Wuxie, his smile gone, expression deadly serious.

 Han Wu: "This is not a trial for cultivation. This is a trial for identity."

"Weak cultivators seek immortality. You are not weak. You will forge a pact—not as servant to beast, nor beast to master. But equal devourers."

Wuxie: (Internal Thought)

 "A pact with something that even the Heavens sealed away…" "Good."

Inside the Seal – The Beast Awakens:

Han Wu performs a ritual with his own blood, ancient inscriptions glow, and the seal opens slightly—not all the way, but enough for Wuxie to step into the edge of madness.

 Then he sees it.

Not a body.

Not limbs.

Just an endless eye, glowing silver, wide as a lake, cracked with ancient scars, drifting in black mist like a forgotten moon. Rings of broken sigils orbit the beast like ruined planets.

And then…

It speaks.

 "H U M A N . . ."

The voice is not a sound, but a thought, crushing, pressing against Wuxie's soul.

 "C A L A M I T Y . . . F I L T H . . ."

 "I S M I N E ."

The Pact Begins – Battle of Wills:

No fighting. This isn't about strikes and sword styles.

This is about souls clashing.

The Devouring Moon's presence invades Wuxie's mind. He finds himself standing not in the hall—but on an endless plane of cracked mirrors, each showing twisted versions of himself:

Wuxie as a tyrant over continents.

Wuxie as a butcher of innocents.

Wuxie being worshipped by corpses.

The beast is testing him. Showing him power. Corruption.

But Wuxie does not recoil.

 "This isn't corruption," he says. "This is nature. I am not afraid of becoming what I already am."

He embraces the visions.

"Show me more."

The mirrors begin to crack—not from the beast's power… but from Wuxie's acceptance. He doesn't fight the darkness.

He owns It.

Final Moment – Pact Formed:

The silver moon-eye flares.

"Y O U . . . F I T ."

"P A C T ."

Chains of ancient silver link from the Beast's eye to Wuxie's chest. Not shackles—but conduits of shared hunger.

His Primordial Qi begins to twist further—a silver edge forms over the black rot, as if his very existence now carries the scent of apocalyptic hunger.

Han Wu watches, tears in his eyes. Not of sadness but of joy.

 "My heir… my serpent… my calamity."

Scene Shift: Radiant Jade Sect – Hope and Despair

Meanwhile, in the Radiant Jade Sect, deep in the Heavenly Sanctum, Grandmaster Yu Shenshui kneels before the ancient heavenly altars of jade and pearl, surrounded by immortal inscriptions glowing faintly.

He has been praying for days.

 "Oh Heavens… Deliver us from this approaching ruin…"

"…please…"

The jade inscriptions flicker—weak. The heavenly response is distant, cold. A whisper finally comes.

"Mortals must solve mortal problems…"

Yu Shenshui's face collapses in silent despair.

 "The heavens will not save us…"

And then—

 "Master!"

A disciple bursts in, panicked, breathless.

"News! The Thousand Serpent Sect… They've unsealed something. Something… older."

We cut back to Wuxie, standing in the broken hall, eyes faintly glowing silver now.

The whisper of the Devouring Moon Beast echoes in his thoughts:

 "D E V O U R… A L L ."

And devour he will. 

The very next day he, was given a mission, A mission of carnage. 

Within the Bone Serpent Throne Hall, Han Wu's

voice echoed like a decree from a dark emperor.

 

"Burn it to ash. Make them remember. No survivors."

Wuxie didn't flinch. His silver-tinted eyes

shimmered faintly beneath his wild, unkempt black hair.

"Which sect?" he asked, casual, as if being sent

to the market.

"The Emerald Bamboo Sect. Pretenders of peace.

Their Grand Elder once spat at this sect's name in public. Let his ashes carry

his regret."

The Journey – Wuxie's Thoughts

As Wuxie traveled across valleys and ridges, his

Qi left rot in its wake. Flowers curled in on themselves. Leaves browned. Even

insects tried to flee but rotted mid-air.

"They call themselves righteous…" he murmured.

"Yet half their children were sold to higher sects for 'training.' Hypocrites.

Saints wearing the bones of sinners."

Wuxie smiled—but not like a cruel adult. He smiled like a child who's learned something forbidden and delightful.

Arrival – Emerald Bamboo Sect

The Emerald Bamboo Sect was picturesque—rolling

green hills, gardens of shimmering dew, elegant bamboo towers stretching into

the clouds.

 Disciples saw him walking up the steps alone,

black robes dragging behind, one eye silver-lit like moonlight on dead water.

"Boy… this isn't your sect…"

Then the Qi Decay hit.

Their spears rusted in their hands. Armor corroded

into black filth. Even the jade talismans turned brittle.

"Oh," Wuxie whispered, "I came for your sect Bèndàn (idiot) "

The Massacre Begins

Rot devours beauty first.

The first Elder tried to form sword seals—his

hands decayed into bone before he finished the first stroke.

The disciples tried to flee, but wherever they

ran, silver serpents of rot-energy crawled from the soil, wrapping around their

legs like living death.

Wuxie didn't charge or scream. He walked through

them like a noble at a banquet, idly weaving fingers as Qi of Decay erupted

from his body in lazy arcs.

"You all deserve this," he said softly, not out of

rage but like a child scolding ants for biting him.

"How many children did you sell to the Radiant

Jade Sect for favor? Should I show you what their screams sounded like?"

One disciple, a girl no older than him, sobbed on

her knees.

"P-please… mercy…"

For a moment, a strange thing flickered in Wuxie's

face. Pity? No.

"Do you think I was given mercy when I was thrown

to rot like a corpse in a crib?"

Her body aged fifty years in an instant,

collapsing into dust.

The Grand Elder Arrives – Nascent Soul Realm

Grand Elder Bai Mian, a powerful man cloaked in

emerald-green robes with Qi flowing like rivers of jade, descended like thunder

from the heavens.

"Rot child… how dare you defile this righteous sect!"

"Righteous?" Wuxie spread his arms, standing on the burning steps. "You mean the righteous sect that sent assassins to kill orphan children from lesser clans, so you could harvest their eyes for secret techniques?"

Bai Mian faltered.

"That was… necessity…"

"Necessity huh? ," Wuxie whispered, almost sweetly.

"Then my slaughter is also necessity."

The battle didn't last long. The rot invaded not

his body, but his Qi channels. His spiritual core began to corrode from the

inside, like poison eating a pearl.

Bai Mian screamed—not from pain—but from the loss

of dignity. Of standing on high for centuries only to be devoured by a child.

"W-Who… are you…?"

" I'm just a demon in the flesh of a child"

Wuxie stood over him, tilting his head like a

curious fox.

"I'm what happens when you ignore the dirt under

your feet for too long."

"I'm the snake in the garden you told yourself

wasn't there."

And then Bai Mian crumbled, body and soul.

Scene Shift: The Seven Layers of Heaven – Heavenly Pavilion

Above the mortal world, the White Pavilion of

Clouds hung in serenity. Immortals sat meditating on lotuses. Streams of

celestial music curled through the vast white spaces like gentle rivers.

But now, the air smelled… tainted.

An old man, Immortal Lord Xun, ancient, wrapped in

robes of woven starlight, watched through a floating pearl.

"This rot spreads too fast…"

He tapped the armrest of his cloud-pavilion

throne.

"Call for Shengyun."

Enter: Heaven's Herald

A figure descended into view, stepping out from

behind celestial curtains.

A young man, sharp-eyed, regal, wearing robes of

white and blue, embroidered with heavenly glyphs of law and justice. At his

side—a sword of pure crystalline jade, humming with order.

"Shengyun, Heaven's Blade, reporting."

The old Immortal nodded, grave.

"Go to the mortal world. One of Heaven's pact

sects has fallen to… something ancient. Kill the one they now call the Rot

Serpent. Before he grows into something the Heavens regret."

Shengyun nodded once.

"It shall be done."

 Above the Mortal World:

As Wuxie stood alone in the ashes of the Emerald Bamboo Sect, black rot curling up his sleeves like affectionate snakes, playing with the skeleton arm of the sect master he killed, he felt...something.

A presence far above the clouds, descending,

righteous like thunder but beautiful like spring rain.

For the first time in his life…

Wuxie smiled with excitement—not cruelty.

"Finally… a real fight."

A battle that will tilt the scales of destiny and make it split into many paths is about to begin.