After taking a bath, Yi Feng lay down directly.
He slept very comfortably that night.
He dreamed that he had successfully come to the Central Continent and luckily met a blind person from a sect who took him in as a disciple.
After returning to Pingjiang City, he successfully obtained the qualifications to establish a sect and successfully completed the system's tasks, embarking on the path of cultivation since then.
Making love with beautiful women from country-toppling kingdoms who dual cultivated with him...
The sky had just brightened when Yi Feng tidied up and set off.
However, when he opened the door, intending to bid White Piaopiao farewell, he discovered a graceful figure standing quietly there, gazing at the distance without moving...
Seeming to hear the sound, she shifted her eyes over, revealing her exquisite face - it was White Piaopiao.
"Is the young master leaving so soon?" White Piaopiao asked softly.
"Yes, Miss Bai. You're up this early too!" Yi Feng smiled.
But up close, seeing the translucent, crystal-clear dewdrops in White Piaopiao’s hair that looked like crystals, he was surprised and said, "Miss Bai, you haven't slept yet?"
White Piaopiao smiled without explaining, but raised her expectant eyes and asked, "Young Master, you really won't stay a few more days?"
"No, I really have something to do." Yi Feng smiled.
White Piaopiao was silent for a long time and nodded.
"Let me send you off!"
"Okay."
The two walked side by side towards the door.
Along the way, apart from simple greetings, there was not much substantial conversation.
Finally.
Yi Feng stopped and softly thanked, "Thank you, Miss Bai. Please go back. I’ll come to see you next time when I have time."
White Piaopiao pursed her red lips, seeming to want to say something but ultimately did not speak, only nodding.
Yi Feng left.
White Piaopiao watched his back for a long time without moving until Yi Feng disappeared from sight before she returned to the courtyard.
Although the parting was sad, Yi Feng's arrival also fulfilled a wish she had before her awakening.
Not bad either!
At the courtyard gate, Yun Lan and others were waiting for her.
"Guardian Yun Lan, next I will concentrate on cultivating and try to awaken as soon as possible." White Piaopiao said expressionlessly.
After speaking, White Piaopiao sat back by the waterfall and soon entered a silent state.
"You guys come over."
After glancing at White Piaopiao, Yun Lan beckoned.
"Yes."
The subordinates lowered their heads.
"Hurry up and prepare, immediately rearrange the formation."
Yun Lan ordered, "But to avoid the same problem happening again, I will personally preside over the arrangement of the formation this time."
The subordinates' eyes lit up and they quickly said, "Since you are personally presiding over the arrangement, the resulting formation must be foolproof!"
"Of course, otherwise would I let a mere mortal walk in like you idiots?"
Yun Lan snorted heavily and went to prepare the arrangement of the formation as well.
After leaving, Yi Feng headed west all the way.
Because he was in Dongsheng and the Central Continent was just west of him.
At this time.
A thick layer of clouds covered Dongsheng's sky, looking like they were gilded, all golden and shiny.
Most people paid no attention to these gold clouds, but many places in the Immortal River Continent were unable to remain calm.
"It's the calamity of the Witch Demon, the calamity of the Witch Demon has descended!"
"The Immortal River Continent is about to be stormy. Countless old monsters will resurrect and there will be countless awakenings. I didn't expect the calamity of the Witch Demon from the last era to descend again."
"The descent of such a heavenly treasure is bound to trigger a great battle for it!"
"Judging from the momentum of this sign, it should be in Dongsheng!"
Huge waves rolled in the Black Sea.
Surging torrents rolled in the lava.
The icebergs rumbled and cracked layer by layer.
Countless other places also caused extraordinary disturbances.
"Go and bring me back the Calamity of the Witch Demon."
"No matter the cost, the Calamity of the Witch Demon must fall into my hands."
"The Calamity of the Witch Demon must not fall into anyone else's hands. Whoever gets it can seize the advantage. I must seize it."
"Remember, the Calamity of the Witch Demon was once the artifact of the Witch Demon clan in the previous era, enshrined on the altar. Go to Dongsheng, find the altar, and bring it to me from the altar."
At once, countless orders were issued from the dark and countless forces and masters set out simultaneously for Dongsheng from all directions of the Immortal River Continent.
"An earthquake?"
Walking in the mountains, Yi Feng vaguely felt the earth shake.
But it came and went quickly.
Yi Feng was slightly puzzled but did not care further, continuing on his way.
A day passed in the blink of an eye...
Yi Feng was still walking through the woods.
But at this moment, Yi Feng suddenly noticed that the view ahead had opened up.
"What a huge altar!"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

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?"