Several millennia ago, in a strange snowy forest.

“Annie. Don’t die on me. Please...do not leave me alone in this world.”

The screams of a crying man on his knees could be heard.

He only wore black pants and black boots leaving his upper body bare.

His black wings spanned two meters and a half each. The feathers glowed and released a dark light. It was eye-catching on that snowy day.

Wings aside, the rest looked mostly human.

“If only I was strong enough...this would’ve never happened...”

His dark wings appeared to be shielding a lifeless body.

A woman.

An ethereal beauty.

“I just succeeded in ascending to the Ascendant God realm, yet it’s still not enough.”

He took her in his arms and stood up.

He did not bother to wipe the tears off his face because he knew that others would soon replace them.

He only flapped his wings once to reappear several kilometers away without the slightest ripple.

“This whole planet will become your grave. I promise that I will not allow anyone to disturb you. Henceforth, no one shall live on this planet but you and your late clan.”

He released her and a strange invisible power escaped him to envelop the dead woman.

A soon as the strange power touched her, the snowflakes started avoiding her. For five kilometers, the entire space was locked.

The winged man turned around and disappeared.

“They betrayed your clan to save themselves. They do not deserve to live.”

“Like I said, Only you and your clan will be able to rest on this planet in peace.”

In his madness and grief, he killed every living creature on the planet, sparing nothing.

“I will use their souls to refine my bloodline. I hope to see you again.”

“In this timeline you are dead, but if I am successful, I will come back in time and save you.”

A formation had been inscribed on the whole planet ensuring that no soul escaped the planet.

He was in the eye of the formation.

He slit his wrist with his index finger’s fingernail.

“I am the last of my clan. If I die it will be the end.”

A drop of blood fell in the eye of the formation and greedily ate the soul energy. It was the purest soul energy.

Gradually, the drop of blood grew darker.

All the soul energy disappeared into the drop of blood that now looked black and shone in the same black light as his feathers.

“You are my last will. You have the purest bloodline. A thousand times purer than me.”

He spoke to the black drop of blood as if it could hear him.

“Go and find a suitable host. Create a clan. Every time I die, choose a promising host from that clan for the Ancestral Awakening.”

He expected to die a thousand times in his quest to revive his wife.

“As long as my bloodline is out there, I shall never truly die.”

Allan was hearing the same words and seeing the same scene as the black drop of blood.

He could see the madness on that man’s face. Even the words were spoken with a voice that was filled with endless resentment.

Prior to that, he had been living another life. The life of the winged man.

Memories that weren't his assailed him.

Allan knew that his body was no longer his.

His heart was beating faster and his demonic core was evolving.

He had felt his strength soar from the pitiful 4th tier of the human realm that his demonic core had, to the Primordial God realm in a second.

A demonic core was like an external inner world. Its properties were basically the same as an inner world. The only difference was that the energy refined each realm by a demonic core was directed in the rest of the body, making the host physically stronger than humans.

The demonic core was absorbing all the primordial energy it could from the world.

The demonic beast and human cultivation system converged at the primordial god realm.

Primordial gods fused their god core acquired in the God realm in their inner world.

Demonic cores of beasts stayed the same as the core simply upgraded itself while the humans imprisoned their inner worlds in the god core during the fusion.

Allan knew that he had made a mistake when he felt his mind being taken over by another entity.

Fortunately, his spirit was magically pulled inside his inner world where he discovered that he was safe.

“Well, at least I am safe. That madman would’ve eaten away my soul if the inner world hadn’t intervened. The Golden King was right, the /Light Emissary/ art is protecting me...but now I am a prisoner in my own body.” Allan thought.

He could feel that as the demonic core reached the peak the Primordial God realm, a new kind of energy entered his body.

It was a black light.

A kind of Law.

His green eyes went black and black wings sprouted on his back.

The new winged man was laughing uproariously.

There was no change to his facial features. It was still Allan's face. Just that he now had black eyes and black wings and slightly longer fingernails.

The laughing stranger then found himself in imminent danger.

A uncountable number of swords and other various weapons made of light were headed for him.

“Well, at least I completed the ancestral awakening before he was killed.” thought the winged man.

He waved his left hand and said with a deep voice:

“Stop for me.”

The barrage of attack then stopped in midair.

A formless energy appeared to be locking the space itself.

Sun was shocked and it was not long before she sent another attack only to see it slow down before it even left a scratch on the winged man.

The dream demon who was in a sorry state was equally shocked.

He was counting himself lucky that Sun had chosen to stop the attack that was destined to kill him, to instead try to kill the new winged man.

But just as soon as he thought that he was lucky, he remembered that he was supposed to bring Allan back in one piece. It was only then that he realized that the latter had changed.

“What is this?...He wasn’t this strong before....Could it be that he had hidden his strength?...It’s unlikely....”

Allan’s transformation took only a few seconds.

The winged man then said: “If you value your life, Scram!”

Sun remained unperturbed as she made the weapons dissipate.

She then summoned other puppets. There was now a total of a hundred and seven puppets.

They all wore different armor and brandished different weapons. Furthermore, all of them were of the 1st Tier of the Ascendant god realm.

“Good. I warned you and you chose to be in my way. Don't blame me for what happens next.” The winged man said as he flapped his wings and went to meet the puppets and puppeteer head on.