Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and art used in the story. OOC and AU.
Premises: Mo Xuanyu summons Wei Wuxian, who became the Supreme Ghost. (13 years in Cultivation Realm, 60 years in Ghost Realm). Upon his death, Wei Ying's spirit was pulled into Mount Tanglu. After 6 years, he emerged as the newest Supreme and destroyed Yushi Kingdom. Dislike toward Qi Rong brought him closer to Hua Cheng.
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan confessed their feelings during his visit to Yiling. Major sects believed in rumours and followed LanlingJin in demands to hand over Yin Hufu. During Nighless city, Lan Zhan chose to follow his Sect rules and stood against Wei Ying, despite the truth behind the situation in Burial Mounds. Wei Ying hates him and swore revenge on the sects for killing innocent Wen, especially his Qing-Jie.
Sacrifice summon goes wrong
The small room vibrated with energy, the smell of blood was overwhelming. A young man sat in front of the array designed by Wei Wuxian, infamous Yiling Patriarch. His hands were covered in multiple cuts, clothes and hair were dishevelled. His eyes carried an immense determination as he whispered an incantation. Covered in blood, palms slapped the floor, and the room exploded with resentful energy.
Mo Xuanyu looked up, straight into emotionless crimson red eyes. In front of him stood a handsome man in exquisite black coat and white inner robes. His clothes were kept together by a black leather belt and crimson red sash. Wide sleeves were hiding intricate black vambraces. A nasty chill spread over his body, the power emanating from him was suffocating. "Yi-Yiling Patriarch?"
The man raised an eyebrow. His expression looked nonchalant, nearly bored.
"Uh..." Mo Xuanyu was overwhelmed. According to ritual, the vengeful spirit should take over his body. Yet, he was still alive. Was he rejected? "Uh... I... offer you my body, take it and get revenge for me!" yelled in one breath, then spread his arms to welcome the spirit.
"Bothersome," a cold voice replied.
'Did I do something wrong? He should listen to my request, right?' Mo Xuanyu mustered courage and spoke again, "You are bound to my will."
His face darkened, crimson red eyes were full of silent ferocity. His hand moved leisurely up, and an invisible force dragged Mo Xuanyu's body upwards by his throat. The boy started tossing and trying to free his neck from the iron grip.
"How foolish," the man said, releasing him.
"I-I... don't understand. Why it doesn't work?" Mo Xuanyu muttered in disbelief.
The man smirked. "I can't be bound by a mere mortal, even if they use my old invention."
The boy's eyes widened in shock. "Y-you are Wei Wuxian?!"
"I didn't hear that name for decades." There was a trace of nostalgia in his cold voice, yet his eyes remained emotionless. "It reminds me of rather an unpleasant past."
"I apologise," replied with a low bow. "How should I call you?"
"Shen Ying, Death-Bringing Crimson Mist, the Fourth Great Calamity."
Mo Xuanyu looked at him, terrified. He read briefly about Great Calamities from the Ghost Realm. They were something Mortal and Heavenly Realm dreaded. The Cultivation Realm was lucky to avoid their attention until now. According to stories, one Ghost King could destroy the kingdom with a snap of his fingers. Mo Xuanyu felt cold sweat on his back. His summon went horribly wrong. Instead of a nearly forgotten soul, he called upon an impeccable doom. This man would not be interested in his silly revenge. 'What have I done?!'
