Time flowed by like rushing water.
It had been a year since the alliance between the Zhao clan and the beast tribes.
On that day, the Zhao clan and the Old Dragon King joined forces to break into the small world of the Mo Clan. They intended to bring the six patriarchs of the hermit families to justice. However, Mo Yuan resorted to ruthless and evil means, using dark magic to take the lives of five patriarchs. As a result, he regained his peak strength and even seemed to outshine the other two.
That day, the three most powerful beings engaged in a fierce battle in the Mo Clan.
The battle was so intense that the sun and moon lost their light, and the heavens and earth were on the verge of collapse. The small world of the Mo Clan shattered inch by inch, with hardly a single intact place left.
Finally, considering the safety of the allied forces on the periphery.
Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun had to form a temporary alliance. They used their great magic power to move the battlefield to the end of the universe, deep in the starry sky. Countless stars in the sky shattered, and meteor showers fell for seven days and seven nights. It was both beautiful and extremely cruel.
No one knew the exact scene of this battle.
However, this encirclement and suppression of the other six hermit families ultimately ended with the withdrawal of the Zhao clan and the beast tribes.
The Mo Clan thus survived the war.
The people of the other five major families were not so lucky. The small worlds of the Flame clan, the Liu family, the Feng family and other families completely fell. The cultivators either surrendered or fled. The legacies and inheritances of the immortal race that had lasted for generations vanished overnight.
On the other hand.
Led by Mo Yuan, who had regained his peak strength, the Mo Clan quickly rebuilt itself. At the same time, it secretly sent out countless shadow guards to search all over the Central Continent for those fated ones with great fortune.
At first, Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun didn't notice this.
They thought that Mo Yuan, like them, had suffered serious injuries in that battle and would need at least a hundred years to recover.
However, in just half a year.
Mo Yuan rebuilt the Soul - Locking Hall with lightning speed and sent out a large number of Mo clan members to hunt down the Zhao clan members who were out on training and the beast tribes that had participated in the alliance in the Central Continent.
Caught off guard, the Zhao clan and the beast tribes suffered heavy losses.
Meanwhile, Mo Yuan announced.
He wanted to fight Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun again, the same ones from half a year ago, to avenge his five brothers. The battle was set at the former ruins of the small world of the Flame clan.
Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun were also filled with anger and readily agreed.
However, this battle was completely different from the one half a year ago.
Even when they joined forces, they couldn't defeat Mo Yuan!
Helplessly, at the cost of suffering severe injuries and taking Mo Yuan's full - force blow head - on, Ao Kun bought a moment of time, allowing Zhao Xiong to have the opportunity to use the immortal - way magical artifact left by his ancestors. They severely injured Mo Yuan and sent him flying millions of miles away. Then the two took the opportunity to escape, dragging their new and old injuries back home.
In just half a year, the gap had become so huge.
Once their peer in strength, now they could barely hold their ground even when they joined forces.
How could Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun not be shocked?
Only then did the two realize that the reason why the Mo Clan had suddenly sent so many people to hunt down the fated ones was not just for fun, but that there was some way to utilize them.
But it was already too late to realize this.
Mo Yuan had grown into a powerful force.
The Zhao clan and the beast tribes had no choice but to retreat to their own bases, recalling the clan members who had occupied the lands of the other five families. They relied on the ancestral protective formation of the Zhao clan and the abandoned spiritual stones that Ao Kun had brought to protect themselves.
Fortunately, as the Mo clan members carried out large - scale massacres.
Whether they had great fortune or just considered themselves a bit lucky, people would do their best to hide themselves and avoid being exposed. Coupled with the secret obstruction of the Zhao clan, the growth rate of Mo Yuan was greatly slowed down.
But this was only a temporary measure.
Everyone knew that perhaps when all the sons of fate perished, it would be the moment when Mo Yuan reached the pinnacle. Moreover, it was even more likely that he would carry out a indiscriminate massacre, killing everyone. As for why he didn't do so now, it might be because he was afraid of encountering some hidden old monsters in the world.
The Central Continent was completely enveloped in a gloomy cloud of deathly silence and fear.
And just then.
In the Central Continent, where people were already in a panic and on tenterhooks, amidst the raging flames of countless wars, there was a figure in white fluttering gently on this land filled with fear.
"Little Junior Brother, aren't we really going to help?"
Chu Jinghong, who was following behind Ye Shu, swept his eyes over the devastated land full of the dying, his eyes full of pity, and couldn't help but ask.
"Along the way, we've also heard some news."
"If Mo Yuan is allowed to kill all the sons of fate, the Central Continent will probably be devastated. And you are the top target for the Mo Clan to eliminate. Although you're considered dead in their eyes, who knows if the means of the immortals can find you? Moreover, all your female confidants are in the territory of the Zhao clan."
"Aren't you afraid that..."
Chu Jinghong trailed off, hesitating in his steps.
However, Ye Shu was calm and continued walking silently in front. When he heard Chu Jinghong's words, he only slightly slowed down his pace.
He didn't turn his head, just replied calmly.
"I know what you're worried about, Senior Brother Chu. But what I want to say is, Mo Yuan isn't important."
"Right now, the most important thing is to go to the Demon Cult."
"Mo Yuan isn't important?"
Chu Jinghong was stunned, not understanding his meaning.
Even though he knew that his little junior brother was in an extraordinary state and his state of mind was saint - like, Mo Yuan was currently the de facto number one in the world. Speaking so boldly seemed rather overconfident.
But seeing Ye Shu keep walking, he quickly caught up.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
...
Ye Shu was quite familiar with the location of the Demon Cult. The two of them walked all the way until they reached a more desolate and barren area than the surroundings, with few people in sight. This was where the Demon Cult was.
"Who goes there?!"
As soon as the two of them stepped into the territory of the Demon Cult, several black figures immediately emerged from the shadows, staring at them warily. The leader had a cold look in his eyes, but the moment he saw Ye Shu, his expression suddenly became extremely shocked.
"Saint, Holy Son! Weren't you dead?"
He rubbed his eyes, afraid that he was seeing things.
This figure, expression, and temperament were exactly the same as the portrait passed down in the Demon Cult.
"It's really you, Holy Son! You're still alive! If the Cult Master knew this news, he'd be very happy!"
Ye Shu: "..."
Chu Jinghong: "..."
"Little Junior Brother, do you have such prestige in the Demon Cult?" Looking at the fanatical Demon Cult disciples in front of him, Chu Jinghong couldn't help but secretly transmit his voice.
Ye Shu didn't reply, looking calm.
In fact, he had absolutely no idea why this was the case. But in order not to look as confused as he felt, he decided to keep a low - key for now and see what was going on.
"Um."
He nodded slightly.
"First, take me to the Saintess's residence, and then find Aqi for me. I have something important to discuss with him."

ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"

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?"

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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.”