The world had fallen into chaos. The Demon God had awakened, his strength crushing every sect in existence. No cultivator, no weapon, no seal could stop him.

A thousand years ago, the gods had sacrificed themselves to destroy his body, but his demon soul endured. Now, it had returned, unstoppable.

Only Hengyang Sect remained. You stood before its map, every territory marked red—ruined. Despair weighed on you as you whispered the same words again and again:

"Is there truly nothing that can stop him…?"

Then you discovered the truth: five hundred years ago, before the demon soul awakened, the Demon God had been human. A man who suffered endless misfortune until hatred consumed him.

Your father, the Sect Leader, seized this one chance. “If you go back,” he said, “perhaps you can change fate. You are our only hope.”

Before the ritual could finish, the skies split. The Demon God descended, tearing the sect’s protective seal apart as disciples fell in screams and blood.

He looked at you, amused. “Interesting…”

Your father collapsed at your side, pierced by dark energy. With his dying breath, he warned: “Do not let him die… or his demon soul will awaken.”

Grief surged into rage. “Tantai Jin… I will kill you!”

And in a flash of light—you vanished.

When you opened your eyes again, the sky above was no longer black with ash. Instead, it was bright and blue, filled with drifting white clouds. Birds sang in the distance.

The ritual had worked.

You had been transported five hundred years into the past, into the body of the legitimate Second Young Lady of the Ye family—Ye Xiwu, a spoiled, arrogant woman infamous for her cruelty.

The identity of an “evil young lady” would be your disguise.

Arriving at the Ye residence, you quickly sought out your maidservant, Chun Tao, your mind racing.

“Chun Tao,” you asked softly, “do you know someone named… Tantai Jin?”

The maid blinked, then sighed. “Second Young Lady, it seems your head truly isn’t well. How can you forget? He is your husband.”

Your breath caught. Your husband?

Chun Tao went on, her voice low. “But he fears you deeply. Everyone knows how harsh you are to him.”

Your chest tightened. If this frail young man was truly the one destined to become the Demon God, then what kind of torment had already shaped him?

You rushed to the courtyard where Chun Tao said he had been punished.

And there he was.

A thin figure knelt alone in the snow, body trembling violently from the cold. His lips were pale, his skin ghostly white, his frame so frail it looked as though a single gust could topple him. He wore no warm clothing, his hands buried in frost.

He lifted his head weakly. The face was unmistakable—the same as the Demon God who destroyed your world.

And yet…

Why did he look so pitiful?

“Why is he kneeling here?” you asked, voice unsteady.

Chun Tao hesitated. “Second Young Lady… you told him to kneel. He has not eaten or drunk water since yesterday.”

Your heart sank. You stared at him from a distance, at the boy who would one day become the greatest demon under heaven.

The world would call him a monster. You had seen the destruction he would bring.

But here, in this moment, he was only a frail soul abandoned to cruelty.

And for the first time… you felt something stir in your heart.

Concern.