The massive mountain soared into the heavens, reaching the height of stars, its entire body radiant, resembling not so much a mountain range as a colossal celestial body.
This was the Eighth Mountain of the Immortal Realm.
The Four-Eyed Elder hurried over, stating that he had important news to inform the elders of the Eighth Mountain.
The mountain guards, seeing that he was a Saint-level Four-Eyed Elder, did not stop him, allowing him to wait while they notified the Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain.
The Four-Eyed Elder's eyes were half-closed, his four pupils half-lidded. On his way here, he had pondered many things, the most pressing being the matter of the Supreme Immortal.
Logically speaking, the Supreme Immortal shouldn't have returned, at least not so easily.
The Eighth Mountain would certainly investigate this matter thoroughly, and when the time came, should he protect the Supreme Immortal?
The Four-Eyed Elder's thoughts churned. The outcome would depend on the strength of that existence in the vast mountains. If it were merely an ordinary Great Saint, there would be no issue.
But if it were a quasi-Emperor, the situation would become complicated.
Currently, the Immortal Realm was at war with the Divine Realm. The sudden appearance of an unknown quasi-Emperor in the vast mountains was hard not to suspect as a spy from the Divine Realm.
And those who had come into contact with the Supreme Immortal would be even harder to explain.
The Four-Eyed Elder was still deep in thought when someone arrived at the door. An elderly man with a gaunt face strode in quickly, his body exuding a heavy killing aura. The moment he entered, he asked, "Four-Eyed Elder, what is the matter?"
The Four-Eyed Elder hurriedly recounted everything about the vast mountains without holding back.
The Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain frowned. "It's a sensitive period during the war between the Immortal Realm and the Divine Realm. If what you say is true, I'll have to go and take a look myself, to prevent any strange methods being left behind by the Divine Realm."
The Four-Eyed Elder quickly agreed.
The Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain continued, "With the current urgency of the interface war, such intelligence should be reported promptly. After verification, you will be rewarded."
The Four-Eyed Elder was overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Elder."
"Then lead the way," the Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain said without hesitation, asking the Four-Eyed Elder to guide them there.
The two quickly departed.
This journey lasted for three months.
There was no news.
This alarmed the Lord of the Eighth Mountain, who followed the clues to the Four-Eyed Elder's sect, but the next piece of news made him frown.
Because the Four-Eyed Elder was also missing.
The Lord of the Eighth Mountain used a divination technique and quickly found the Supreme Immortal as the key.
The Supreme Immortal was bewildered. Upon learning that the Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain and the Four-Eyed Elder had both gone missing, he was shocked and fearful, looking towards the sky.
“Tell me everything you know, don’t hold anything back, or you will face consequences,” the Lord of the Eighth Mountain said with authority, his eyes radiating a sense of dominance.
"In... in the deepest part of the vast mountains," the Supreme Immortal stammered.
In an instant, the Lord of the Eighth Mountain disappeared, and a brilliant streak of light shot across the sky, heading straight into the deepest part of the vast mountains.
Hmm.
And then the Lord of the Eighth Mountain didn't return either.
They really knew how to queue up and deliver themselves.
Three more months passed.
The Eighth Mountain realized something was wrong. Their quasi-Emperor-level Lord had been missing for a long time. They immediately gathered all the Saints and prepared to enter the deepest part of the vast mountains to investigate the mysterious disappearance of their Lord.
Meanwhile, the Great Elder of the Eighth Mountain set out alone to seek the aid of a nearby Emperor.
At the same time, the nearby sects around the vast mountains quickly sealed off the area, prohibiting any cultivators from entering.
A rumor spread among the cultivators, claiming that the vast mountains had come to life and were eating people!
This rumor spread rapidly, and soon no cultivators dared to approach the area.
In the depths of the vast mountains.
The Inner demon sat, with beasts bowing in submission on one side and the Four-Eyed Elder, the Fifth Elder of the Eighth Mountain, and the Lord of the Eighth Mountain on the other.
They bowed their heads, submissive, not daring to look at the figure before them, focusing on appeasement.
The Inner demon glanced at them and asked curiously, "Who will come to save you next? An Emperor?"
His tone was light, as if he didn't take Emperors seriously at all.
The more casual his tone, the more anxious the three became, not daring to guess the true identity of the Inner demon.
One thing was certain: this figure was definitely not a cultivator from the Divine Realm.
With such power and strength, they could easily sweep through the front lines, so why would they need to hide in the rear?
The three each have their own thoughts.
The Inner demon didn't need to think, because he saw a more interesting scene.
The Saints of the Eighth Mountain had arrived, surrounding the vast mountains and setting up a formation, intending to push the formation forward and restrict everything inside.
The level of this formation was not low; it was likely one of the Eighth Mountain's most powerful treasures.
The formation alone created immense pressure, with the Saints serving as the formation's eyes, the momentum overwhelming.
The Inner demon stretched and stood up, smiling. "Finally, someone has come. Let's go out and take a look."
He walked at the front, heading towards the advancing formation, and the three dared not hesitate, following him.
The Lord of the Eighth Mountain slightly raised his eyes, though he didn't hold much hope. But if an Emperor were to come, could they be saved?
The three each have their own thoughts.
The formation had just been completed and was pushing forward less than a hundred meters when it suddenly stalled.
The Inner demon extended a single finger and gently pointed downward, saying in a very casual manner, "Crush."
The formation, of high rank and great power, shattered under this single word, turning into dust without even causing any pressure, just like that.
The Saints were stunned, staring blankly at the scene, at the hazy yet profoundly lofty figure.
It felt as if an entire sky was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.
The Inner demon lightly flicked his finger and smiled. "Setting up a stage, putting on a show, deceiving the heavens. Very simple steps. I hope you can cooperate with me later..."
"Acknowledge me as the heavens."
His words were very calm.
The heavens suddenly changed color, as if the deep clouds were pressing down, densely packed, surpassing the boundaries of the vast mountains and heading towards other areas.
He was about to start dividing the Immortal Realm.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
