Reborn as a Demonic Tree

Vincent clasped his hands behind his back and took in the sights all around him.

Floating islands, big and small, dotted the celestial sky with shimmering gold waterfalls cascading off their sides. He stood upon a bridge of gems. If he glanced off the side, he could see down into the layers of creation below. All were below his feet, and he was at the peak of creation.

Of course, this was all an illusion. He could step off the bridge, and his feet would find solid rock. As the blood pills flowed, the balance between his affinities had become unstable. To counter this, rings of intense gravity silently orbited him, bending the air to those capable of perceiving it, and he also expended some illusion Qi to make the basement of the Flamehunt residence look like a paradise, or at least what he thought the lands on the first layer of creation that housed godly beings looked like.

"If I can get ahold of the Crestfallen bloodline, this will one day be more than an illusion in my mind." He began pacing back and forth as he muttered, "It's said that the appearance of a Crestfallen heralds the fall of the World Tree and the separation of the nine realms. If so, by killing her and taking the bloodline for myself, I will save the World Tree and weave a new reality. One where I'm king."

"Just how delusional are you," A man said behind him.

Vincent frowned and turned to glare at the perpetrator. A short man with an impressive beard as black as soot was dangling upside down from a chain with his arms crossed. He wasn't the only one; dozens of people with similar features to this man joined him in hanging from chains, but he was the only one conscious. His face was deathly pale, just like the others. Blood dripped from cuts all over his body to the ground below, where it flowed toward a giant coffin.

Vincent clicked his tongue and canceled the illusion, returning him to reality. A dark and dreary basement below the Flamehunt residence. He ignored the man as he walked over to the coffin. Pressing his hand on it and inserting Qi, a runic formation glowed, and the gathered blood was condensed into hundreds of pills. He then used telekinesis to float the pills over to an empty crate. Once it was full, he added some spirit stones that he had taken from the Flamehunt family's vault.

Clicking his fingers, a team of glazed-eyed maids shuffled into the room. They gathered around the crate, and with a strained grunt, they picked it up and moved it to another room.

"You want to kill that Crestfallen girl, right? The Princess of the Ashfallen Sect?"