CHAPTER 325: SUPREME DEMON PATH

After the purge, the Heavenly Demon Sect had finally found peace.

But peace didn’t mean safety.

While the new sect had elite members, there were still too few.

Many had just started learning.

Most of the old cultivation scrolls were gone, destroyed in the rebellion or hoarded by dead elders.

Mo Tianheng stood at the edge of the cliff, arms crossed, looking down at the valley below.

Savage winds blew against his coat, but he didn’t move.

One of his disciples, a tall boy with sharp eyes, approached.

"Master," he said.

"Our brothers are strong, but... our techniques don’t match the battles ahead. We don’t have enough arts."

Mo Tianheng nodded slowly. "I know."

He turned around and walked back toward the great hall.

That night, as the fire flickered behind him, he gathered his inner circle.

"There’s only one way forward," Mo Tianheng said.

"If we don’t have enough techniques... then I’ll create new ones."

The room went silent.

"You’ll... create your own cultivation art?" one disciple asked.

Mo Tianheng smirked. "Why not? The Heavenly Demon Art is already inside me. I’ll build something greater."

"But master," another said, "that’s... impossible, isn’t it?"

Mo Tianheng’s smile grew wider. "Nothing is impossible. It’s just hard. And besides..."

He leaned back.

"I’ll cheat."

---

In the following months, Mo Tianheng began travelling at night.

He moved like a shadow through famous sects and noble clans.

He broke through seals, passed through barriers, and stole scrolls from deep vaults.

From the Jade Blossom Pavilion, he stole rare sword techniques.

From the Silent Dagger Sect, he took secret shadow step movements.

From the Titan Bone Temple, he grabbed brutal body-strengthening manuals.

He even robbed a holy temple and snatched their ancient fire technique scroll, laughing the entire time.

But that wasn’t all.

He also took treasures, spirit stones, pills, and even ancient weapons.

And yes... sometimes he kidnapped people too.

One morning, a group of finely dressed girls was brought into the sect.

A young disciple stared at them and leaned closer to whisper, "Master... are those... princesses?"

Mo Tianheng crossed his arms proudly. "Yup. Daughters of sect leaders. Smart, pretty, and packed with potential."

The disciple blinked. "Uhh... you kidnapped them for cultivation purposes?"

Mo Tianheng tilted his head. "No. For motivation."

He pointed at the male disciples doing pushups nearby.

Some of them were clearly overexerting themselves.

"Look at them. You think they’d train this hard without pretty girls watching?"

Another disciple mumbled, "Master’s crazy..."

A third smirked. "Yeah... but it’s working."

Mo Tianheng just grinned.

"Crazy? Maybe. But remember. Our enemies don’t know whether to fear me, hate me, or admire me."

He walked away with a wave.

"I’m fine with all three."

---

Soon, the Heavenly Demon Sect had its own new cultivation art.

Mo Tianheng called it [Supreme Demon Path].

It wasn’t just copied from others. It was something new.

He took pieces from the [Heavenly Demon Art], blended them with powerful techniques stolen from other sects, and shaped everything using his own pain and memories.

The result was cruel.

When someone trained in it, their body would burn from the inside as raging demon qi tore through their veins.

Their bones cracked, shattered, and slowly reformed.

They were stronger but twisted from pain.

Even their soul weren’t safe.

The [Supreme Demon Path] crushed and stretched the spirit until it no longer feared control or fear itself.

Most couldn’t survive the first stage.

But those who did... came out changed.

They weren’t just stronger.

They were terrifying.

Every step they took carried the weight of someone who had walked through hell and came back smiling.

To Mo Tianheng, that was perfect.

He didn’t want heroes.

He didn’t want saints.

He wanted demons.

The sharp, merciless, and loyal to no one but him.

And that’s exactly what the [Supreme Demon Path] created.

---

News spread fast.

All over the continent, people started talking about the mad sect on the black mountain.

"They train like beasts."

"They stole from the holy temples!"

"They even took our princess!"

"They call themselves the Heavenly Demon Sect... but they’re more like a gang of bandits!"

Mo Tianheng sat on his black throne, listening to all the rumours from his informants.

He sipped tea and grinned.

"Let them talk," he said.

One of the stolen princesses stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching Mo Tianheng with wide, worried eyes.

"Aren’t you afraid?" she asked. "What if the big sects come to take us back?"

Mo Tianheng didn’t answer right away. He glanced over his shoulder, then turned to face her fully.

His gaze was sharp.

"We’re hidden well. They won’t find this place easily."

He took a step forward, and the ground beneath him cracked faintly from the pressure of his aura.

"But if they do..." He smiled, cold and calm.

"They’ll crawl away with broken bones... if they’re lucky enough to leave at all."

The princess flinched. "So... what happens to us?"

Mo Tianheng stepped even closer.

"You’re here now. That means you either train... or die."

He pointed to the training grounds, where young disciples were fighting like wild beasts.

"No one gets special treatment. Not even a princess."

He narrowed his eyes. "Learn to survive. Or end up as fertilizer."

The princess swallowed hard.

Then she slowly nodded and turned toward the training ground.

She was silent and pale, but no longer asking questions.

---

It was true.

The Heavenly Demon Sect was now hidden deep inside the Black Spine Mountains, surrounded by fog and cliffs.

Treacherous paths.

Poisonous plants.

Deadly beasts.

Even expert cultivators couldn’t easily reach the main gate.

And those who did... usually didn’t return.

"They may hate us," Mo Tianheng said one night, looking out at the stars, "but they also fear us."

One of his disciples stepped beside him.

"Master... why go this far?"

Mo Tianheng smiled.

"Because I was thrown into a pit," he said. "Beaten. Starved. Left to die."

He clenched his fist.

"If I don’t rise all the way up, then what was the point of surviving?"

---

The sect continued to grow.

The young were strong.

The girls were fierce.

The training was brutal.

And at the top of it all sat Mo Tianheng, the boy who stole the throne, built his own path, and dared the world to come and stop him.

So far, no one could.