In the brutal world of Renegade Immortal (仙逆), the star domain of Luotian (罗天) becomes a deadly stage for a young practitioner named Huan Wuqing (幻无情). He has just achieved a terrifying breakthrough—transforming his path from the Illusory Myriad Formless Way into the Formless Heavenly Demon Way after consuming the artistic conception of his own kin, Huan Mei (幻眉). But instead of rising to power, he finds himself hunted. A roaming San Mo (散魔), or Wandering Demon, sees him not as a rival but as a snack. Why would anyone chase such a dangerous cultivation? And why does Huan Wuqing’s own ancestor appear to have set a trap that no one saw coming? This is not a story of gradual growth. It is a story of hunger, hierarchy, and a family legacy that may have been poisoned from the start.
The Food Chain of Demons
When the San Mo appears, Huan Wuqing is nothing more than a newborn Xiao Mo (小魔), or little demon. The difference between them is like a minnow next to a shark. In the demonic world, size and power dictate everything. Demons do not fight fair—they devour one another. A higher-level demon sees a lower one as pure energy, a supplement to grow stronger. This is not cruelty for its own sake; it is simply the law of survival. The San Mo would absorb Huan Wuqing without a second thought because that is what demons have always done.
This feeding chain explains why the ancient demon race has always been more powerful than the ancient monster race. Constant cannibalism forces demons to evolve fast. Kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. There is no room for mercy. In the Demon Spirit Land, the ancient monster Bei Luo (贝罗) smelled the royal ancient god aura on Wang Lin and immediately became alert. He held back from devouring Wang Lin only out of fear—fear of revenge from the royal ancient god clan. But Bei Luo himself admitted that an ancient demon would never hesitate. To a demon, Wang Lin would be irresistible bait, a massive boost of power waiting to be swallowed.
Look at Huan Wuqing’s situation from this angle. He thought he had climbed a great mountain by attaining the Formless Heavenly Demon Way. But from the San Mo’s perspective, he is just a new dish on the menu. The little demon did not miscalculate his own strength. He miscalculated his place on the food chain. There is always a bigger fish. And in the Luotian star domain, that bigger fish was already circling.
The Ancestor’s Deadly Gift
Where did Huan Wuqing’s deadly path come from? From his own ancestor—a man who was no ordinary cultivator. The Huan family ancestor came from the Thunder Immortal Realm. He was an immortal, a being who had no need to cultivate artistic conceptions like mortals do. Yet, during his entanglement with a heavenly demon long ago, he sensed something extraordinary: the Formless Heavenly Demon Way. He recorded it, left it behind, and then… what? Did he warn his descendants? Did he tell them to stay away? No. He left behind a jade slip called the Blessing Jade, supposedly a gift of fortune for future generations.
That jade slip became Huan Wuqing’s curse. For thousands of years, the Huan family mainly practiced the Illusory Myriad Formless Way. Very few even attempted the heavenly demon version. But the Blessing Jade seemed to encourage exploration. It whispered promises of ultimate power. When Huan Wuqing saw a trace of the Myriad Illusion Heavenly Demon Way in Huan Mei, he became obsessed. He was willing to destroy his own cultivation base—to fall in realm—just to chase that vision. The ancestor’s “blessing” pushed him over the edge.
Here is the cruel irony: the Formless Heavenly Demon Way was never meant for mortals. It pulls the cultivator completely away from the human path. It turns a person into a demon, body and soul. No normal family should teach such a thing. If the ancestor had simply forbidden its practice outright, none of this would have happened. The Illusory Myriad Formless Way and the Formless Way are safe on their own. But merging them into the Formless Heavenly Demon Way? That is like mixing two stable chemicals to create an explosion. Huan Wuqing lit the fuse himself, but his ancestor had already placed the dynamite.
A Trap Without Walls
Did the Huan family ancestor know what he was doing? It is impossible to say for sure. He might have been so far above mortal concerns that he never imagined his descendants would be foolish enough to follow his stray thought. Immortals think differently. They see a dangerous idea as a curiosity, not a threat. But when that idea is written down and passed through generations, it becomes a poison that slowly seeps into every branch of the family tree. The ancestor did not need to build a physical trap. He built a conceptual one.
Huan Wuqing spent years, perhaps centuries, chasing the ultimate artistic conception. He abandoned the search for the Tianni Zhu (天逆珠), or Heaven’s Reverse Pearl, just to bring Huan Mei back to Luotian. That single decision shows how deep the obsession ran. He was not thinking clearly. He saw the Myriad Illusion Heavenly Demon Way in Huan Mei and lost all reason. The San Mo did not have to trick him. It just had to wait. The little demon walked right into the open jaws of the bigger one, still clutching his ancestor’s jade slip like a winning lottery ticket.
In the end, Huan Wuqing is a tragic figure—not because he was weak, but because he was set up to fail by someone who should have protected him. The ancestor left behind a beautiful, deadly toy and no instruction manual. The family passed it down without understanding its true nature. And when a talented but reckless descendant finally picked it up, it destroyed him. The San Mo was just the executioner. The real killer was an immortal who died long ago, leaving a whisper of power that should have remained silent forever. Sometimes the most dangerous legacy is not a curse or a enemy. It is a gift that nobody told you to refuse.
