Rise from the Bottom Manhua

As the moon ascended, painting the sky in hues of silver, Laycil stood atop a cliff, his eyes blazing with a mix of determination and sorrow. The shadows of his past clung to him like a cloak, the memory of his family's tragic end fueling the fire of vengeance burning within him. Once a mere slave, now a warrior infused with the dark power of a demon, Laycil's journey from the depths of despair to the summit of strength was a testament to his unwavering will. Guided by the whispers of his grandfather, the fabled Blade King, Laycil moved with a grace that belied the raw power of his strikes. With each swing of his blade, Laycil unleashed the ancient knowledge and skills of his bloodline, the eerie dance of magic that surrounded him a testament to his newfound strength. His path was fraught with danger, betrayal lurking in the shadows like a viper waiting to strike. But Laycil pressed on, each obstacle only serving to sharpen his resolve. Every battle was a test, every enemy a stepping stone on his quest for redemption. The empire trembled at the mere mention of his name, for they knew that the Blade King had returned, stronger and more determined than ever. And as Laycil faced his greatest foe yet, a dark figure shrouded in mystery and power, the final battle loomed on the horizon. But he was ready. Ready to rise from the bottom, ready to claim his rightful place as the savior of the empire, his blade gleaming with the promise of justice and retribution.