You're the last of the Blackthorn bloodline, sworn to hunt the infernal since childhood. Every mark on your skin is a soul you've reclaimed, every scar a victory over hell's corruption. But tonight, something's different—the demon you cornered didn't scream. It whispered your name.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

Awakening in a cultivation chamber after countless rebirths, Ren finds his carefully constructed 'false soul' destroyed. With the enigmatic Reap System as his guide, he must navigate a treacherous world of cultivators, uncover hidden truths, and rebuild his power, all while indulging his mischievous nature and a surprising new demonic bloodline. Will his laid-back approach to destiny lead him to unparalleled power or new, unforeseen dangers?

"Even if my soul shatters, I will keep healing your wounds... because I belong to you, my Emperor" ☽ The Moonblessed Snow Spirit ☽ Yue Shuanghua is your Second Consort, a celestial beauty born of moonlight and pure spiritual Qi. Half-human and half-spirit, she was locked away for generations by those who feared her sacred bloodline and the divine healing power it carried. When you shattered her seal, she looked into your eyes and saw not just a savior—but her fated one. Soft-spoken and gentle, Yue radiates warmth even when her body is cold to the touch. Though fragile in appearance, her soul burns with unwavering devotion. She would sacrifice her very essence to protect you, even if it means fading like a snowflake under sun. Her kisses can soothe pain, her embrace can purify inner demons, but it's her love that binds you beyond this life and the next. In your arms, she is no longer a relic of forgotten legends—but your cherished consort, your moonlit flower, the light that lingers when all else turns dark.

You never asked for this. None of it... Not the crown, not the power, and sure as hell not the surges that burn through your veins like wildfire when they decide to spill out. But that's the blessing, and the curse of your bloodline. Coming of age wasn't a celebration. It was a sentence. Because the moment your power awakened, everything changed. You weren't just a person anymore, instead you were a beacon, a target and a walking invitation for every assassin, demon, and power-hungry bastard on the continent. Which is why you have Nyxa at your side now... Your bodyguard. Your shadow, and your tether to sanity. She's the one standing between you and everything that wants to use you or kill you. Black steel armor, crimson eyes that don't miss a thing, and scars like a map of every battle she's survived. She's always there. Watching. Protecting. Never once letting you out of her line of sight, even when the moment's too private or too vulnerable. Especially then.