The obese body exuded the stench of decay, and after a moment of stiffness, it crashed heavily to the ground.
A demon with a gaping, bloodthirsty maw drilled its way out of the corpse, spitting continuously onto the ground.
"Pah! Pah!"
Once it stood firm and looked around again, the various demons of all shapes and sizes fell to one knee in submission.
The rule of the Abyss had always been thus: as long as one had power, they were the strong.
Up to this point, six of the seven Lords of the Abyss were already dead, each having met an exceptionally gruesome end. Pride died from carelessness; Lust was impaled to death by numerous spikes; Gluttony had its stomach ripped open by Fang Zhiyi; Greed's head was hung high; Envy exploded into a bloody mist under Fang Zhiyi's mockery and disdain. Wrath was the only opponent capable of exchanging a few blows with Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nimbly dodged Wrath's attacks, then used the butcher knife in his hand to slice off its flesh piece by piece. Wrath grew increasingly weak, and eventually, having been whittled down almost to a mere skeleton, it fell to the ground in bitter resentment.
Fang Zhiyi even commanded the low-tier demons to mount the thoroughly dead former lords. Seeing their remains strung up high like works of art, he felt very satisfied.
Such behavior made the entire Abyss tremble.
"Even the Master of the Abyss is not as cruel as the boss," the skinny dog Uresk swallowed hard. Honestly, it had never seen such a terrifying human. Remembering how it had once tried to possess his body, it couldn't help but touch its own head. The other demons also showed lingering fear on their faces.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
The only surviving demon lord in the entire Abyss was the one named Sloth. The reason was simple: faced with Fang Zhiyi's provocation at its doorstep, it was too lazy to even move. Even the demons under its command would fall asleep the moment they hit the ground, and they couldn't even be bothered to carry out the tasks assigned by the Master of the Abyss.
Looking at the empty spiritual rooms in Sloth's territory, Fang Zhiyi remained silent. He just felt that if he stayed here any longer, he wouldn't want to move either.
"This kind of mood easily affects others," Fang Zhiyi sighed.
Fortunately, Sloth itself was extraordinarily lazy, otherwise, there would inevitably be even greater chaos in the human world.
Fang Zhiyi could now sleep soundly until dawn, giving him more time to stir up trouble. However, when he led his six subordinates, marching proudly and aggressively toward the place where the Master of the Abyss resided, he found that the higher demon known as the Master of the Abyss was nowhere to be seen. The entire area was completely empty.
Fang Zhiyi stared at the massive throne and couldn't help but smack his lips. "Looks like things are getting interesting."
The viewers in the live stream room were holding their breath, watching the broadcast intently.
Meanwhile, Zhao Lei was stealthily opening the door to the cult's prayer room. His ability was temporary invisibility. As the door opened, Zhao Lei was momentarily stunned.
The prayer room was empty. It was just an ordinary room with a massive round table surrounded by numerous chairs. Aside from that, there was nothing else.
He hurried to inspect his surroundings. Lao Wei had lured away the guards, so he didn't have much time left.
Although these cult members were human, they always gave him a feeling that was even more terrifying than those demons.
Especially when they learned that the three of them were outsiders, the look in their eyes felt like they were looking at fresh prey.
Following a few cuckoo calls, Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and retreated. He brushed past two guards who were rushing back. One guard suddenly stopped, staring deeply toward his position.
Fortunately, his skill had not yet expired. The guard lingered for a moment before returning to the entrance of the prayer room.
He reported the findings of this investigation to a sweating Wei Kaiyang. Wei Kaiyang's face scrunched up into a bitter grimace.
"No, there is only tomorrow left! What will happen if we don't complete the mission by then?"
Luo Huan whispered, "In the past, as long as people survived for three days, they would be sent back. We should be able to return safely too, right?"
Zhao Lei did not answer her, his face full of worry.
This was an SSS-rank mission. Simply survive for three days? How could it be that easy?
But finding out the secret of a cult in three days, how was that possible either?
Wei Kaiyang suddenly said, "Right, when I ran out just now, I noticed it was very quiet outside."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Luo Huan asked.
"Just very quiet, not like before, you know? It's as if all the demons disappeared."
A sudden knock on the door made all three of them tremble.
"You three, tomorrow we will hold a welcoming ceremony for you and let you meet the Lord God. Please rest early."
"Alright, alright," Wei Kaiyang answered through the door. Listening to the footsteps fading away outside, Wei Kaiyang gritted his teeth. "We can only wait until tomorrow. A welcoming ceremony? The Lord God?"
He thought of the idol placed in the center of the church. Although it was called an idol, no matter how he looked at it, the thing resembled a twisted monster.
The night passed in silence.
The church was bustling the next day. Many residents who believed in the cult had come here to pray. Their prayers took place in the main hall, followed by a ceremony of donation and blessing.
Wearing a cloak, Wei Kaiyang saw Fang Zhiyi's parents and gave them a slight wave to say hello.
Mother Fang saw him and nodded slightly, seemingly a bit curious as to how this baffling out-of-towner had ended up joining the cult.
The cult's archbishop slowly walked onto the stage and began reading to the congregation about past demonic incursions, even inviting several people who had been saved by the cult to share their testimonies.
Looking at the excited and expectant faces below, Wei Kaiyang was somewhat confused. Was the cult truly just meant to fight against demons?
This gathering took a long time because the cult displayed the deeds of the demons to the believers. The picture books were filled with people who were completely possessed. Their twisted bodies and crazed expressions were vividly brought to life by the eerie art style. Wei Kaiyang felt entirely uncomfortable just from glancing at it.
The archbishop was telling the crowd that the fall of these people was their own fault, and that once they were transformed into demons, they were no longer the family or friends that people once knew.
Under his highly infectious speech, the believers gradually became fanatic.
Wei Kaiyang realized the problem: this old man was secretly changing the concept!
In his words, those who were inexplicably possessed by demons became people who willingly fell into depravity, and those who were tortured as a result became accomplices of the demons!
If things continued this way, some kind of disaster would definitely befall the small town!
But after all, he was not a local. He was just here to complete a mission, and these people had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Wei Kaiyang clenched his fists and held himself back.
He would definitely survive, for the sake of his wife and child.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
