Reader's note: This story was previously published on the WeChat public account "Gui Xin's Little Nest." Readers who have already read it there do not need to read it again.
(I) The Devil Fiend Is Born
Devil Continent.
The Scarlet Moon spilled boundless crimson light over the pitch-black land. A cold wind swept past, carrying the scent of blood in every direction.
Across the endless wilderness, corpses lay everywhere—all of them devils.
Farther on, beyond the corpse-strewn wilderness, mountains rose and fell across the dark earth, and deep ravines cut through the land.
The hundred tribes of the Devil Race lived upon this land.
At that moment.
In a mountain valley.
The moonlight was dim, and demonic shadows crowded together. In the great hall of the Worship Fiend Tribe, lamps blazed brightly.
The Worship Fiend Tribe was named for the fearsome Ghost Fiend, whose notorious reputation resounded across the lands of the Devil Race.
Every year, when the Scarlet Moon hung overhead in the seventh month, Ghost Fiend would descend. The Worship Fiend Tribe would offer up newborn infants to Ghost Fiend in exchange for a year of peace.
The hundred tribes of the Devil Race lived in an exceedingly harsh environment. Besides their endless infighting, the land was filled with all sorts of dangers. To survive, many devils had chosen Witch Gods and ghosts as objects of worship.
"King, twelve more of our tribes have been wiped out..."
A middle-aged devil cultivator spoke in a low voice. Looking at the Tribe King seated above them on a chair made of bones, he said:
"...According to the reports we received, thirteen Children of the Stars were born among the human race this time. And so they intend to slaughter thirteen of our tribes and use devil blood to cleanse