1 Fall of Demon, Rise of Phoenix

Flaming with fiery red clouds, the sky reflected the illustration below, earth which was stained with the blood of many, whether it was of a Demon's or Immortal's unknown. Dusk fell like a curtain and the moon ceased to exist in the dark sky, as people in white robes picked up bodies of the dead and carried them away.

The land seemed never-ending as if it were the pathway to the Underworld.

The battle between the Heavens and the Demons lead to countless deaths and nearly wiped out the entire population of the demons, even their last hope of survival, the Demon King's only son, perishing away in the end. Even after 10 centuries of peace, unexplained troubles had started boiling up both in the mortal and the immortal worlds after the unknown disappearance of the Demon King. With no one to lead and defend them, the demons fought back against accusations for the chaos, but to no avail, were only persecuted as a result.

In the end, barely anything was left of the once-notorious Demons.

Amidst the barren earth kneeled a young male with flame yellow robes, stained with the blood of unidentifiable beings, his countenance holding the emotion of utter devastation as he blankly stared at the empty space before him. Slightly cautious, a fairly youthful female immortal walked towards him with light footsteps, kneeling down to match his level. With a soft voice, she called out,

" Ah Feng..."

The male only closed his eyes at the mention of his name, letting out an unstable breath,

"Venturing together on a journey so long, was death the only cause to our sudden parting?" he recited as he gazed at the spot where laid an injured male not long ago, now replaced with a closed crimson lotus, finally falling unconscious as the female immortal gently held on to his arm, her eyes filled with pity.