Supreme Legacy, War Of the Gods

The celestial palace shimmered with divine light, its marble halls echoing with the murmurs of the gods. A meeting of the high council was underway, their faces grim as they debated the growing tension with the demons.

"It's been nearly a millennium," one god said, his voice resonating like a chime. "The balance is fragile. The mortals are ignorant, but we cannot ignore the movements of the abyss."

Another god, clad in golden armor, furrowed his brow. "And what of the demigod Xuanyi? Are we certain he is gone?"

A murmur rippled through the assembly. The name "Xuanyi" was taboo, a relic of a time when the gods and demons alike had nearly faced extinction at the hands of one being.

"He is dead," the oldest of the gods said, his voice trembling with finality. "I witnessed his essence dissipate into the void myself. He is no threat."

In the shadows of the abyss, the demon lords convened in their own twisted citadel. Their monstrous forms writhed with unease as they discussed their plans.

"The gods grow complacent," one of them sneered. "But we must be careful. Xuanyi's shadow looms over us even now."

"He's gone," another spat, his fiery eyes narrowing. "But the mortals—those fragile insects—they may yet serve our purpose. We will destroy their world, and with it, the gods' dominion."

Unbeknownst to both realms, Xuanyi lived on. Reborn as Mo Xiu, his existence was a secret hidden in the folds of fate, and no one—not gods, demons, or mortals—suspected that the greatest threat to their plans now walked among them.

A Waste in the Mortal World

In the quiet Mo Clan estate, Mo Xiu's days passed in relative obscurity. His rebirth as the youngest son of a declining noble family meant he was dismissed as unremarkable.

"Mo Xiu, the clan disgrace," whispered the servants as he walked by. "What's the use of a young master who can't even cultivate?"

Mo Xiu ignored the remarks. He had heard worse in his past life, both as a demigod and as a warrior who stood alone against the heavens.

Now, in this fragile body, he was biding his time. The forbidden technique he had used to escape death had left his powers sealed, and the heavens themselves seemed determined to make him pay for his defiance.

"Fifteen years," he murmured, sitting cross-legged beneath the ancient willow in his courtyard. "That's how long it will take to undo the seal."

He closed his eyes and focused inward. Though he could not cultivate in the traditional sense, his divine bloodline remained, hidden beneath layers of suppression. Every night, when the estate was quiet, he would meditate, seeking cracks in the barrier that bound him.

A Fateful Encounter

One evening, Mo Xiu ventured into the nearby forest. The air was crisp, and the moonlight bathed the trees in a silvery glow.

He had come here seeking solitude, but as he approached a small clearing, he heard the unmistakable sound of sobbing.

Curious, he followed the noise and found a young woman kneeling by a stream. Her silver hair shimmered in the moonlight, and her delicate features were marred by tears.

Mo Xiu's gaze sharpened. Yu Qingling. The princess of the elven race, her beauty was renowned even among mortals, but what caught his attention was the sadness in her emerald eyes.

"Are you lost, Princess?" he asked, stepping into the clearing.

Yu Qingling startled, her gaze snapping to him. "You…!"

Mo Xiu raised a hand, his expression calm. "Relax. I mean you no harm."

She studied him warily before nodding. "I… I didn't expect to see anyone here."

Mo Xiu tilted his head. "And I didn't expect to find an elven princess wandering the mortal realm. What brings you here?"

Yu Qingling hesitated, her hands clutching her cloak tightly. "It's… complicated."

Mo Xiu didn't press her, sensing her reluctance. Instead, he sat down on a nearby rock and gazed at the stream. "This forest is a good place to clear your mind. Stay as long as you need."

For a while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the gentle flow of water.

Finally, Yu Qingling broke the silence. "Why are you here? This forest… it doesn't seem like a place you'd visit without reason."

Mo Xiu smiled faintly. "Let's just say I prefer the company of trees over people."

Her lips curved into a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then, to his surprise, she began to speak. "My family… they don't understand me. They expect me to be perfect, to uphold our traditions. But I don't want to be confined to a palace for the rest of my life. I want to see the world, to live freely."

Mo Xiu listened in silence. Her words reminded him of his own struggles, of the expectations and burdens that had once weighed him down.

"You're braver than you think," he said finally. "It takes courage to defy expectations and choose your own path."

Yu Qingling looked at him, her expression softening. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Her lips curved into a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing.

And after sometime they parted ways and as mo xiu watched her leave he couldn't help but feel that Thier paths will one day cross again in the future.

As Mo Xiu made his way back to the Mo Clan estate that night, he couldn't shake the feeling that his peaceful days were numbered.

The gods and demons might believe him dead, but their machinations would inevitably reach the mortal realm. And when they did, he would be ready.