【You share the truth of the world with Wu Yingxue】
【Wu Yingxue is deeply shocked】
You thought the girl would be disheartened for a long time, but she showed far stronger resilience than you imagined.
She quickly accepts the harsh reality and follows your instructions to explore for more clues.
With a clear goal, the girl finds clues quite smoothly.
You gather various clues from across the Great Qian Empire, even from the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and conclude that the outside world does exist.
【The Great Qian Empire is not a sanctuary, but a feeding ground for demons】
【Even the universally practiced "Cultivating Vitality Technique" might be the work of demons, designed to make humans more "nutritious"】
"Master."
"What is it, Yingxue?"
"What should we do next, really go straight through the Ten Thousand Mountains?"
"We have no other choice, no second path."
For so many years,
The people of Great Qian have failed to discover the truth.
Not only because the Great Qian court has sealed everything tightly, but more importantly, the terrifying danger of the Ten Thousand Mountains has cut off all possibility of escape.
Endless deaths have completely extinguished any curiosity about the outside world.
But now,
The Prime Ryder Armies, previously known as the Pursuit of Life Army, have no other way out.
If they stick to their original plan and continue attacking Great Qian, the end result will be as high-grade ingredients waiting to be devoured by the demons.
Even if they miraculously survive, they and future generations will live in perpetual fear of demons, repeating horrific massacres time after time.
Unless, of course, they follow the path of the Great Qian emperor.
Swearing allegiance to the Azure Dragon or other powerful demons.
But does such a life, living under the shadow of demons, still deserve to be called living?
Xu Xi feels that it probably does not.
...
【Your plan undergoes a significant change】
【Your primary goal is no longer conquering other regions or overthrowing the Great Qian Empire】
【You realize that doing so is meaningless, and you will never achieve true success because the real enemy is not the Great Qian Empire, but the demons within the Ten Thousand Mountains】
【This is a fake world】
【This is a world built on lies】
【Surviving under the mercy of demons is meaningless, as their cruelty guarantees that humans will struggle to survive, even if they are willing to surrender, the demons will not accept their submission】
【You do not want to witness such a sight, watching those you know being devoured by demons】
【You are determined to change everything】
【You decide to lead the Pursuit of Life Army, breaking free from the shackles, leaving the Great Empire behind and venturing beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains】
The girl is not optimistic about this. She believes the Ten Thousand Mountains are far too dangerous, filled with endless demons, and there's virtually no possibility of getting through.
【She complains to you, calling you a big fool again】
【You smile, refusing to be disheartened, and continue to research how, exactly, to lead the Pursuit of Life Army out of the mountains】
...
【You continuously send scouts to explore the Ten Thousand Mountains, attempting to uncover the demons' patterns】
【You deploy observers to watch the Great Qian capital, keeping an eye on the emperor's movements】
【You reduce the aggression of the Pursuit of Life Army】
【The army's goal is no longer the Great Qian Dynasty; continuing to fight serves no purpose other than draining resources and lives】
【If not for fear of drawing the demons' attention, you might have completely halted hostilities. But now, you can only maintain the pretense of battle while minimizing losses, conserving strength】
【You endlessly drill martial arts, your punches growing slower day by day, the wind they generate diminishing as you reach a mysterious realm】
【You persist in circulating your inner energy, your internal universe becoming increasingly flawless, like a real world, providing vast power】
【You meticulously refine your skills...】
【You work tirelessly...】
How can one break through the Ten Thousand Mountains?
There are no shortcuts.
No secret tunnels exist.
The Ten Thousand Mountains are not a single peak but an endless expanse of overlapping highlands, creating an unbreakable barrier that separates heaven from earth.
Such a massive terrain can only be traversed step by step, crossing the seemingly endless chain of peaks.
Xu Xi has no other choice.
He must constantly strengthen himself, hoping to break through to the Human Immortal Realm, enabling him to lead the Pursuit of Life Army out of the demons' clutches.
His already admirable daily routine gradually becomes something even more striking, something that would leave ordinary people in awe.
He alternates between training, managing army affairs, and compiling information about the Ten Thousand Mountains.
All in preparation for the upcoming breakthrough.
"It's still not enough, far from enough. Time is short."
"Human Immortal Realm... Sigh."
Xu Xi doesn't complain, but the fatigue on his face, despite his Third Stage Mortal Transcendence cultivation, cannot be hidden.
It's not physical exhaustion but mental urgency.
He fears that the demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains will be unable to resist their bloodlust and launch a sudden attack on the Pursuit of Life Army.
Even though Xu Xi knows his facade is holding up well and has not raised suspicion.
"Tonight, I'll take a break."
Six months later.
In a room.
The silence of the deep night is broken by the silver glow of moonlight.
Xu Xi gently sets down his brush, surveying the filled paper with detailed plans, and gives a light sigh.
"Not enough information about the Ten Thousand Mountains yet—hopefully, I can figure out a pattern soon and choose the best time to break through."
"As for strength..."
"I need more elders at Master's stage within the Pursuit of Life Army."
"Individual power is ultimately limited—even if I succeed in breaking through to the Human Immortal Realm, I won't be able to protect everyone."
"The key to survival lies within the people themselves."
A gentle breeze wafts through the room, chilling his nose slightly.
Xu Xi shakes his head and stops worrying, as he has been occupied for quite some time. It is about time to get some rest.
Instead of choosing a soft bed or a comfortable bedding, he simply lies down right there, on the bare floor of the room where he was dealing with administrative tasks.
Moonlight pours in like water; starlight is sparse and desolate.
Without the sound of Xu Xi's brush trailing against paper,
The room becomes darker.
Until half an hour passes and fresh sounds emerge, as a frantic girl enters the room, holding a wide cloak.
"Master, it's cold. I've come to add you a cloth."
Time always passes swiftly.
A year dances from spring into summer, transitions through autumn, and in winter, it paints the world under the coldening snow.
Wu Yingxue carries a thick and plush cloak, striding from the dim hallway, but upon entering the door, she only catches sight of Xu Xi's peaceful slumbering body.
"Master?"
Is he asleep?
The girl thinks in her heart, deliberately lowering her footsteps.
Without sound and only footsteps waving lightly under the faint flicker of candles within the room’s shadowed corner.
Ellinging her way slowly to Xu Xi,
The thick cloak is gently placed over Xu Xi's sleeping figure.
Even though a cultivator at the Three Layers Defiance Of Mortal Regions probably won’t ever need warmth.
She feels that,
Master has been so tired lately.
It must be good at least adding a layer of cloaked warmth clothing over Master.
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?"
. 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!"
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.
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.”
