You shouted for ages, but aside from smoking, the Qiankun Mirror only gained more cracks on its surface.
Oozing black mist, the Myriad Soul Banner floated right next to your ear.
"Are we stuck here?"
"Do you know anything about transmigration?"
"Nope."
"Does the Jiuzhou Cauldron know anything about it?"
You and the Myriad Soul Banner looked over at the Jiuzhou Cauldron. Its artifact spirit, Da Chun, had already detached himself from the cauldron and was curiously exploring this entirely new world.
You and the Myriad Soul Banner said in unison, "He doesn't know."
The Myriad Soul Banner's voice suddenly jumped an octave.
"This godforsaken place doesn't even have any worldly essence! What is this dump?! What a dump! A dump! You brought me here, so it's your responsibility to take me back!"
"Holy crap! This is bizarre. Why isn't there any worldly essence here? How am I supposed to cultivate?"
"With your trashy bone root, what difference does it make whether you cultivate or not! Hurry up and get the Qiankun Mirror working again so he can take us back! My spirit artifact kingdom! I plotted for hundreds of years to make it happen, how can we be separated by the boundaries of life and death?! I was planning to go sit on my throne and rule once I outlived you and regained my freedom!"
"I want to go back too! I mean, is there something wrong with this Qiankun Mirror? We just needed him to take us out of the star domain. Why did he bring us to the Demon Realm?! Is this how a normal brain works?!"
"He's only got half a body left, how could he be normal?! A physically crippled but stubborn lunatic! And a physically sound but mentally crippled idiot! Why did I ever get on this pirate ship with you guys!"
Both you and the Myriad Soul Banner felt extremely depressed.
So, you relieved some of the stress by getting into a shouting match.
After the argument, you still had to face reality.
You took a stroll around the vicinity.
Everywhere you looked was desolate; there was not a single living creature in sight.
There were only countless departed souls of the demon race drifting about.
Seeing a living being, they were utterly astonished and flocked over to spectate.
Before long, the demon souls around you were swarming in droves, packing in layer upon layer until they completely blocked your path.
The Myriad Soul Banner let out a sigh.
"It's confirmed. Every demon soul here says this is the Demon Realm, so it seems it really is."
You also sighed.
"It's confirmed as well. For at least a thousand miles around us, there is absolutely no worldly essence. I don't know about places further away, but it's highly likely there isn't any there either."
You had traveled to many places in the Human Realm.
The distribution of worldly essence was indeed uneven; it was dense in some areas and sparse in others.
However, a situation where there was absolutely zero worldly essence was impossible.
"Hey?"
You suddenly pointed your pinky finger at the sky, struck by a burst of inspiration.
"We can't cultivate without worldly essence, but demon souls are everywhere here! We just need to suck them into the banner, refine them, and feed the cultivation base back to me!"
As your cultivation realm increased, just like the Myriad Soul Banner had said, he wouldn't be able to provide you with cultivation boosts forever.
But even a mosquito's leg is meat. Besides, this kind of feedback was still much faster than cultivating with your low-grade bone root.
The Myriad Soul Banner was left speechless by you.
"Cultivation! Cultivation! All you think about all day is cultivating! We've been reduced to this pathetic state, and you're still obsessing over your damn cultivation!"
You snatched the Myriad Soul Banner over, channeled your three types of qi to activate it, and began harvesting souls.
"Cut the crap! Get to work!"
The demon souls who had gathered to watch the spectacle saw you suddenly trying to suck them into a bizarre object billowing with black mist. Terrified, they scattered in all directions.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The Myriad Soul Banner was the natural nemesis of these ghosts. With a shake of the banner, the crowd of demon souls flew backward uncontrollably and were all sucked inside!
Some of the demon souls attempted to fight back.
Their cultivation realms varied from high to low, but regardless of what level of demon they were in life, their attacks right now were nothing more than a bunch of useless visual effects to you.
"This living being is incredibly powerful! I still retain at least the strength of a Demon King, so why are my attacks completely ineffective against him?!"
You spotted a demon with a tiger's head and a human's body.
He looked somewhat similar to Boss Hu from Baiyun County.
His attacks appeared to pack the most punch, so you gave him special attention and sucked him right into the banner.
With so many demon souls, the Myriad Soul Banner immediately initiated its refining process.
As you harvested them, he refined them.
The current Myriad Soul Banner was at the level of an Immortal Artifact!
Although he still hadn't reached his peak state, he was far beyond what he used to be.
The refining speed was incredibly fast. Demon souls below the Golden Body Realm were basically tossed onto the assembly line the moment they entered, instantly converting into soul power.
Half of the soul power went to you, and the other half went straight into the Myriad Soul Banner's own pockets.
Outwardly, he claimed this was a seventy-thirty split: seventy for you, thirty for him.
You knew well the principle that water too clear has no fish, so you turned a blind eye to it.
The voice of that tiger demon rang out from inside the banner.
"Whoa! This thing can refine us and scatter our souls! This is fantastic!"
The moment the tiger demon's words echoed out, the fleeing demon souls around you suddenly acted as if they were possessed, eagerly flying into the banner on their own accord.
"Holy shit! I've been using the Myriad Soul Banner for so long, and this is the first time I've run into something so bizarre!"
You couldn't make sense of it at all.
It didn't take long for all the demon souls in the area to cram themselves into the Myriad Soul Banner.
It was unbelievably crowded inside the banner; even the assembly line for refining souls got jammed.
The Myriad Soul Banner was throwing a furious tantrum inside.
"Are you dead demons out of your minds?! I am the Myriad Soul Banner! I'm going to refine you into nothingness! Can you show me a little respect?!"
The tiger demon just laid himself down on the assembly line.
"Refine away, make it quick."
The Myriad Soul Banner was exasperated.
"Why I oughta..."
You told the Myriad Soul Banner to hold off for a second.
When things are this abnormal, something is definitely amiss.
You had to figure out what was going on.
"Fellow demons, why are you in such a rush to be refined?"
The mob of demons started chattering all at once inside the banner.
You were completely bewildered and couldn't make out a single word.
"Send out a representative, or else I'm going to let you all out! I'll set you free!"
"No, don't! Please, you have to kill us! Don't let us out!"
What the hell!
You had never heard such a request before!
The demons pushed forward a representative—the tiger demon with the highest cultivation realm among them.
You could actually understand what this tiger demon was saying, as he spoke directly in the human tongue.
"We wandering ghosts have existed for far too long. We can't dissipate, and we can't come back to life. We just drift around all day, unable to touch or experience anything. It's pure torture..."
"Just how long has it been to make you this miserable? Miserable enough to beg to be refined?"
"Thirty thousand years..."
Thirty thousand years again.
You had heard this specific timeframe in several different places now.
"I find that strange too. When living beings die, shouldn't their souls dissipate very quickly? How have you managed to stick around for thirty thousand years without fading away?"
The tiger demon spoke with deep melancholy.
"Living outlander, you only know half the truth. Do you truly believe that the natural dissipation of a soul means it simply vanishes? That it dissolves? That it returns to the heavens and the earth?"
"Is that not the case?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
