Chapter 11: Rise of the Heavenly Demon Cult
After six months of relentless cultivation, strategic investments, and the steady corruption of followers, it was time to solidify my legacy. Managing my rapidly growing wealth required more than a few shell companies and secret accounts. So, I founded Heavenly Demon Industry—a name that carried the true meaning of "Tian Mo," the Heavenly Demon. It was the perfect cover: a sprawling conglomerate with interests in tech, real estate, and finance, all under my direct control.
But business was only the surface. In the shadows, I built something far more potent and dangerous: the Heavenly Demon Cult.
I've always been fascinated by the Heavenly Demon Cults in murim martial arts novels and manhwa—their ironclad hierarchies, their blend of reverence and fear, their ability to inspire absolute loyalty. That's why I chose "Tian Mo" as my name in this new life. Now, I was making fiction into reality.
The Heavenly Demon Cult was my masterpiece. In public, I was a charismatic billionaire and visionary entrepreneur. In secret, I was worshipped as the Heavenly Demon God, the apex of an expanding pantheon of power and pleasure. My cult was structured with ruthless efficiency, drawing inspiration from both the classics and the darkest truths of human nature.
At the pinnacle stood I alone—absolute, unquestioned, and adored. Like the classic cults of history and fiction, the entire structure revolved around my charisma and authority. My word was law, my will the axis on which every follower's world turned.
Beneath me were my wives—the chosen few among the heroines and female leads, each destined to become a goddess in my dark pantheon. One would eventually rise above the rest, acting as my high priestess and the de facto leader of the cult in my absence.
Below the wives were the priestesses—women personally corrupted and favored by me, entrusted to serve and maintain the cult's inner sanctum. Their devotion was absolute, their authority second only to my wives.
Next came the servants—women brought in and corrupted by my wives and priestesses. They served as handmaidens, attendants, and loyal aides, their status dependent on the favor of those above them.
At the base were the followers—men and women ensnared by the cult's outer layers. Some were drawn in by the allure of power, others by the intoxicating pleasure of the Mother-Daughter Dual Cultivation Demonic Technique. Many were led to the cult by my servants and priestesses, their wills broken and reshaped until they worshipped me as their god.
This was an evil pantheon, a pyramid of power and pleasure, with me as the supreme deity, my wives as goddesses, and the rest arrayed below in a carefully maintained hierarchy.
The true engine of the cult was the Mother-Daughter Dual Cultivation Demonic Technique. This was no ordinary dual cultivation art. It was a system designed for domination, seduction, and harvesting power.
My priestesses and favored followers used this technique to enslave targets—rich, powerful, or influential people—through overwhelming pleasure. The process was insidious: the target was drawn into a web of ecstasy, their resistance burned away with each encounter, until they were utterly devoted to their corrupter. If the target was a cultivator, their cultivation was slowly siphoned away, feeding the priestess and, through her, me. If they were mortal, their lifeforce was harvested, leaving them addicted, weakened, and eager to serve.
The more my followers used the technique, the stronger they became—and the more power they could channel to me. The pleasure of serving their master became an addiction, a bond that no force on earth could break.
Absolute authority was the foundation of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Like the most infamous cults of history, my followers were not bound by ideology alone, but by their personal devotion to me.I was the sun around which their lives orbited. My charisma, magnified by cultivation and the subtle influence of Chaos Evil Qi, made questioning my will unthinkable.
The cult's structure was designed to keep power flowing upward. Resources, information, and loyalty were all funneled to the top. My wives and priestesses competed for favor, ensuring that no rival power base could form. Promotions and demotions were fluid, based on loyalty and usefulness; no one's position was ever truly secure except mine.
To the outside world, the cult appeared as a series of front organizations—charities, investment groups, and social clubs. Only the innermost circle understood the true nature of the organization.
New recruits were isolated from their old lives, surrounded by the cult's ideology and rituals. They were kept busy, their energy and attention focused on serving the cult and, by extension, me. The pleasure and power of dual cultivation became their new reality, and old loyalties faded into memory.
For many, the transition was seamless. The cult offered purpose, belonging, and ecstasy. For others, it was a slow descent, their resistance chipped away by the relentless attention of priestesses and servants trained in the art of seduction and submission.
My vision was clear: to create a living pantheon of evil, with myself as the god at its heart. My wives and priestesses would become legends—heroines twisted into goddesses of darkness and desire, their stories whispered in awe and fear.
As the cult grew, so did my power. Each new follower, each corrupted soul, was another thread in the web of fate I was weaving. The cult's influence spread through business, politics, and even the hidden world of cultivators. With every conquest, my legend grew.
But I knew this peace would not last. In five or six years, I would reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, just in time for the return of the first Heavenly Chosen—a protagonist blessed by fate, returning to the city after years as a soldier and mercenary. He would be at the peak of the Body Refining Realm, ready to start his story by trying to humiliate me over a blind date with a heroine he desired.
He would not know that the world had changed. That the city he once called home was now the domain of the Heavenly Demon Cult. That the woman he sought was already mine, body and soul.
The stage was set for a clash of destinies. The cult would be my shield and my sword, my followers my army, my wives my generals, and my priestesses my high priests of corruption and pleasure.
The Path Forward
For now, I would continue to grow in the shadows—corrupting, cultivating, and consolidating power. My cult would expand, its influence seeping into every corner of society. And when the Heavenly Chosen returned, he would find not a rival, but a god.
I am Tian Mo, the Heavenly Demon.