Gu Qingfeng stood awkwardly for several seconds before turning back to glare at Wang Fatty, cursing angrily, "You just had to open your mouth, didn't you? You think you're the only one who can talk? I want to stay behind, got a problem with that?"
"But..."
"But what? Just get the hell out of here, both of you!"
"But..."
"GET OUT!!!"
Gu Qingfeng's angry roar drove the two away.
Left alone, he stood there panting heavily, muttering under his breath, "Damn you, Wang Fatty. Just wait until I get back, I'll make your life miserable!"
Then, Gu Qingfeng turned to glare at the group of spirits, "This is all your fault! Why are you all so weak?"
Subsequently, Gu Qingfeng let out a mighty roar and charged at these mindless spirits, taking them out one by one with his fists, finally venting his anger.
By now, the Shadow Realm had been shattered beyond recognition, with endless cracks spreading throughout the space. At its furthest reaches, a black curtain had formed—a void created by the complete destruction of space.
The black curtain spread silently, consuming the houses, trees, sky, and ground of Black Water Village. Everything broke into fragments and fell into the black curtain, as if being devoured by an abyssal mouth.
At this moment, a spatial crack formed before Gu Qingfeng's eyes. The air seemed to be forcibly torn open, revealing nothing but darkness within.
The spatial crack gradually expanded, the opening growing larger until it reached Gu Qingfeng himself.
He instantly felt the sensation of space tearing at him, as if trying to split him in half.
Ding!
You've been attacked by the Mirror Demon.
Spatial Attribute +10+10+10+.......
As the system prompt sounded, the spatial tearing sensation immediately weakened, and Gu Qingfeng's body became increasingly stable.
After waiting for a long time without gaining any skills, just continuously increasing spatial attributes, Gu Qingfeng grew impatient.
So he resolutely ran toward the distant black void.
Then he dove straight into the void.
Ding!
You've been attacked by the Mirror Demon.
Spatial Attribute +100+100+100+......
Ding!
Congratulations, host has obtained [Dimensional Space]!
Gu Qingfeng quickly examined the Dimensional Space and discovered it was actually a personal space similar to the Shadow Realm!
It could also be called a personal mini-world!
Not only could it store items, but it could also accommodate living beings and even allow for farming.
In simple terms, it was just like the Mirror Demon's Shadow Realm—suitable for living, breeding, and storage. The only two differences were that the rules of this personal mini-world seemed more stable, like the real world, so he couldn't use mirrors to copy people like the Mirror Demon could.
And it was a bit smaller.
If the Mirror Demon's Shadow Realm was comparable to the entire Black Water Village, then Gu Qingfeng's Dimensional Space was only half that size, equivalent to half of Black Water Village.
But that didn't matter, because the damage from the spatial shattering was still affecting Gu Qingfeng, so his spatial attributes continued to increase. Although it had changed to +50+50, it was enough for the Dimensional Space to keep expanding.
......
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
Wang Fatty and Xu Daizi had already escaped. They anxiously watched the exit, waiting for Gu Qingfeng, but after waiting for a long time without seeing him appear, the two grew increasingly worried.
"It's all your fault! Why did you drag me away? You wouldn't let me help Lord Gu, and now look—Lord Gu still hasn't come out," Wang Fatty complained to Xu Daizi.
"Although Lord Gu acts rashly, I can tell he's no ordinary person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill the Mirror Demon and help us escape death. His actions must have deeper meaning; we just need to follow his instructions."
"Deeper meaning? What deeper meaning?"
"I don't know either."
The two fell silent as they watched the exit.
After a while, Wang Fatty suddenly spoke up: "I think I know what Lord Gu's deeper meaning is."
"What meaning?" Xu Fan asked, looking at Wang Fatty.
"Revenge."
"Revenge? Against whom?"
"Against those who deceived him."
"Huh?" Xu Fan was stunned.
But Wang Fatty became more convinced as he thought about it, stating firmly: "That's right. Lord Gu mentioned before that he hates being deceived more than anything and would tear anyone who deceived him to pieces. Before the Shadow Realm shattered, Village Chief Hu Liang was beaten to pieces but didn't die because he was protected by the realm's rules. Now that the Shadow Realm has shattered, he's become a spirit that can be killed, so Lord Gu stayed behind to tear the person who deceived him to pieces."
As Xu Fan listened to this analysis, it seemed unreasonable at first, but upon careful consideration, he suddenly realized it might actually be true!
Otherwise, it made no sense! There was no need to stay behind against those weak spirits, yet Lord Gu insisted on doing so. Combined with his earlier harsh words... it was confirmed! Lord Gu was seeking revenge.
Having figured out Gu Qingfeng's motive, the two exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
They had the same thought: just how petty was Lord Gu? Was it really necessary to go this far over one deception?
Was it worth risking his life for revenge?
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
