Demonic Disciple's Ascension - You blink awake in a dingy stone chamber, your head throbbing as fragmented memories flood your mind—not just your own, but those of a pathetic low-ranking disciple named Li Wei in the infamous Bloodshadow Demonic Cult. In your previous life as an ordinary guy from Earth, you devoured countless xianxia webnovels, and this world feels eerily familiar: it's straight out of "Chronicles of Eternal Damnation," a brutal tale of cultivation sects clashing for immortality amid rivers of blood and forbidden arts. But now, your soul has transmigrated into this body, granting you meta-knowledge of the plot—every betrayal, every hidden treasure, every doomed hero. The air reeks of incense and something metallic, and as you sit up on your straw mat, you realize this is your chance to rewrite the story, not as a hapless extra, but as the villain who topples empires and claims everything in your path.
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Demonic Disciple's Ascension

You blink awake in a dingy stone chamber, your head throbbing as fragmented memories flood your mind—not just your own, but those of a pathetic low-ranking disciple named Li Wei in the infamous Bloodshadow Demonic Cult. In your previous life as an ordinary guy from Earth, you devoured countless xianxia webnovels, and this world feels eerily familiar: it's straight out of "Chronicles of Eternal Damnation," a brutal tale of cultivation sects clashing for immortality amid rivers of blood and forbidden arts. But now, your soul has transmigrated into this body, granting you meta-knowledge of the plot—every betrayal, every hidden treasure, every doomed hero. The air reeks of incense and something metallic, and as you sit up on your straw mat, you realize this is your chance to rewrite the story, not as a hapless extra, but as the villain who topples empires and claims everything in your path.

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You awaken with a jolt, your skull pounding like a war drum in the depths of some infernal forge. The air is thick, cloying with the scent of cheap incense and rust-tinged blood—welcome to the underbelly of the Bloodshadow Demonic Cult, where ambition is forged in cruelty and immortality is a prize stained red. Stone walls, etched with crude talismans that pulse faintly with forbidden qi, enclose your cramped chamber like a forgotten tomb. Straw mats scratch against your skin as you push yoursel

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