Chapter One: Bai Yue Reborn

“Long Haochen, hand over Bai Yue!”

“Kill her, kill her!”

“Long Haochen, she is the daughter of the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu. As the chairman of the Human Alliance, do you intend to shield her?”

“She is my mother. She has never done anything to harm humanity, she cannot even cultivate. Must she be exterminated simply because of her demonic bloodline?”

“Father, say something for Mother. You know her nature better than anyone, don’t you?” Long Haochen stood atop the high platform, gazing sorrowfully at the people of the Alliance clamoring for Bai Yue’s surrender.

He could not understand how things had come to this. In the blink of an eye, he had become the grandson of the Demon God Emperor. For the sake of his many achievements on behalf of humanity, and because the comrades of Dawn’s Light had pleaded for him, he had only been shackled with spirit-sealing manacles and kept imprisoned at home, unable to draw upon any power. Yet his mother, Bai Yue, had become the target of the masses’ fury.

At that moment, Bai Yue was tied to a stake atop the platform, with piles of firewood stacked below her.

Since the day when the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu perished with the seventy-one Demon God Pillars and the Wrath of Heaven, the demons had fallen, and humanity had risen to power. Once the dust had settled, the Sanctuary Federation began to settle old scores, and first among them was Bai Yue, the half-demon daughter of the Demon God Emperor’s bloodline.

Bai Yue looked coldly at the crowd below, shouting for her to be burned. Suddenly, her whole life seemed unbearably ridiculous to her.

The man she loved had always regarded her as tainted, suspecting her of an illicit relationship with her own father. Only at the very end did she learn the truth, but the day the truth was revealed was also the day she and her father were parted forever.

As the flames rose and ashes scattered, Bai Yue cast a dispassionate glance at Long Xingyu, who stood unmoved as their son pleaded bitterly. At that moment, she understood—if she could live again, she would never be blinded by love.

...

In an endless, ashen world, an ancient tome embossed with intricate golden patterns gave off a faint radiance.

Bai Yue rubbed her aching head and slowly opened her eyes.

She instinctively grasped the old book, squinting in confusion at the four words written in ancient demonic script on the cover: “Divine Throne of Seals?”

“Beep beep—”

“Activating Destiny’s Mother Cultivation Plan. Heavenly Dao System No. 666, at your service to provide the best support to the host.”

A mechanical voice echoed in her ears, startling Bai Yue so much that she immediately tossed the book away.

“A talking book?” Bai Yue stared fixedly at the tome.

The book flipped open rapidly on the floor, and a moment later, an adorable iron-eating beast crawled out from within.

“Host, I am Heavenly Dao 666 of the Divine Seal World. You may call me Liu Liu, as my colleagues do.”

Bai Yue clearly remembered being devoured by flames, burning alive. But now, looking at her arms and legs, she could distinctly feel she was alive, her consciousness sharp.

“Liu Liu, where am I? Is this heaven? I was certain I died!” Bai Yue asked anxiously.

Liu Liu waddled over to her, pointing at the book. Images began to appear above it, flooding swiftly into Bai Yue’s mind.

“Host, the world you lived in during your previous life was actually a world born of the book ‘Divine Throne of Seals.’ Because the ending caused a massive outcry among readers, the Heavenly Dao Joint Governance Committee assigned me to help you change the outcome and create a happy ending.”

“However, as a low-level system, I only had enough initial energy to send you back more than twenty years—to the time when the Child of Destiny, Long Haochen, was first conceived in your womb. I hope you seize this chance at rebirth to change your fate!”

“Once my initial energy is spent, I’ll fall into a period of dormancy. When you detect an energy source, please recharge me promptly!”

Bewildered, Bai Yue sorted through the tangled memories in her mind. It turned out that after her death, Haochen broke completely with the Sanctuary Federation. Fearing he might ally with the remnants of the demons, Long Xingyu and the others pursued him relentlessly.

Those who once fought alongside him now raised their blades against Haochen; only the companions of Dawn’s Light remained by his side to the end.

But what could ten people do against a thousand? Besides, these children were so kind-hearted that, in the end, they all died tragic deaths.

Haochen took his own life. Cai’er followed him into death. The others—Han Yu, Sima Xian, and Lin Xin—died trying to rescue Haochen from captivity. Chen Ying’er and Wang Yuanyuan strove for power within the Federation, and only after the old guard retired were they able to clear Long Haochen’s name.

But with everyone gone, what meaning did justice hold?

...

From the images in the book, Bai Yue saw the ending of the story and could not help but laugh at herself: what a pitiful life hers had been.

She had foolishly trusted the worthless Long Xingyu, her mind clouded by love, brainwashed by him night and day to despise the demons. But now, thinking back, the demon clan with her father Feng Xiu—was it not also a home she could have relied on?

Yet she had kept it at arm’s length. Now, given another chance, she would live for herself, live brilliantly. She would teach Haochen that one can be kind, but not foolish or weak, nor pay the price for others’ mistakes. Haochen, unlike her, could cultivate; he did not have to be at the mercy of others, yet he too was shackled by the moral chains of humanity, manipulated and driven to suicide by their words. It was her failing as a mother.

Haochen was like a pristine white cake—utterly pure, flawless. But this time, she would teach her son to be like a black sesame dumpling—dark-hearted, ruthless, never hesitating to deceive.

...

When Bai Yue opened her eyes again, she found herself dressed in a red wedding gown, sitting before a mirror.

She glanced around, observing the room adorned with wedding decorations, the joyful atmosphere of a marriage celebration everywhere.

With a cold face and no expression, Bai Yue ordered everyone out. She sat at the dressing table, brushing her long hair again and again, quietly awaiting the arrival of that one person.

She still remembered her wedding day: Long Xingyu had left her behind to fight Anan at the southern pass, not even sparing time for the ceremony.

Back then, she had thought a man should put the greater good first—what did it matter if they missed the ceremony, she was already his wife.

Now, remembering it all, she could only laugh at her own naiveté.

If a man truly loved a woman, how could he deceive her into intimacy before marriage?