The Four Great Demon Ancestors led the demon race's experts in a fierce attack on Jialan Peak, leaving the martial saints and martial kings with their hands tied.
The four marshals, who had returned to the camp to discuss subsequent battle strategies, had no choice but to personally rush to the broken formation at the Three Peaks of Guiyan to provide support.
Firmament Ridge was the longest mountain range in the Five Regions.
Its northern end stretched all the way to the North Sea, its southern end reached the Tianshui River in the Southern Frontier, with the Central Plains to its west and the Eastern Wasteland to its east.
Even flying at full speed, it would still take the Sword Master and the others quite some time to rush from the marshal's camp to provide backup.
If the demon race broke into the Five Regions during this gap, they only needed to blend into the deep mountains and old forests, hide in caves and burrows, or take cover in rural villages, and rooting them out one by one would become incredibly troublesome.
After all, in heavily populated areas, experts at the martial king realm and above could not hunt down demons with wide-scale, destructive attacks, as it would be too easy to accidentally injure civilians.
The Sword Master stood upon a giant sword while controlling three other swords with his hands, carrying Li Lingyue, Chen Jing, and Li Chengqian.
In terms of flying speed, the Sword Master was the fastest among them.
Even while dividing his attention to control four flying swords, he remained the fastest.
Li Lingyue frowned.
"It is too late. The group of demons that broke through the defense line is already nearing the towns..."
Li Lingyue's spiritual sense was even stronger than that of the Sword Master.
However, her spiritual sense was a rather broad concept.
The town that the group of demons, led by the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey, was about to reach was called Wangshan Town.
There was a temple in the town dedicated to Li Lingyue, receiving incense offerings.
She could perceive the surroundings of her golden statue in the temple, almost as if the statue itself possessed a spiritual sense.
However, currently, Li Lingyue could only perceive things; she was not yet able to make the golden statue move at will.
Chen Jing had excellent eyesight. From afar, he spotted what looked like a dark cloud drifting over in the western sky.
"What is that? It looks like a dark cloud, but the colors inside are so vibrant."
It was too far away; even the Sword Master could not see it clearly.
At this moment, the defending troops of Wangshan Town were trembling in fear.
In the eastern mountains, the martial arts experts from the Five Regions had been fighting the demon race for two or three years now.
Every so often, earth-shattering explosions would echo from the mountains. Even from this distance, the sounds were clearly audible.
There were also intense flashes of light that illuminated the night sky.
To the mortals, these disturbances were no different from immortals clashing in battle.
At first, everyone had fled the town.
Later, seeing that the demon race could not break through, they returned to live in the town.
Little did they expect that today, the demon race would suddenly come slaughtering their way over!
Covering the mountains and plains, bizarrely shaped, hideously featured demons with fierce gazes surged out from the eastern mountains like a tidal wave amidst continuous roars!
The martial artists defending against them had been defeated.
No one could stop them from charging into Wangshan Town.
Now, it was too late even to run.
"We are dead for sure."
The soldiers on the city gate tower said, shivering.
They no longer had any thoughts of resistance, for it was completely meaningless.
Just then, a shadow drifted over from the west, gradually covering the entire town.
Inside the town, the citizens who had already fallen into despair looked up in confusion.
They saw streaks of drifting black mist carrying countless colorful, diverse spiritual weapons mounted upon them.
"What are these swords, spears, staffs, and clubs?"
"They look like the spiritual weapons used by the martial artist lords."
"Are there only spiritual weapons without their masters?"
Above this demonic cloud, a figure radiating sword energy in all directions crashed down viciously like a white meteor, landing right in the path of the advancing demon horde.
The one who arrived was exactly...
You!
In front of you were tens of thousands of demons descending like fierce tigers from the mountains!
Behind you were the myriad lit windows of the Five Regions!
At this moment, you did not have the Evoltruster in your hands, but you had the iron fists to make the demon race cry for their daddy!
"Starfall!"
You unleashed an ultimate move with a mere raise of your hand.
Three stars plummeted from the sky. Under your meticulous control, they did not completely shatter upon hitting the ground but instead piled up into three massive mountains, blocking the front of Wangshan Town.
These three star impacts shook the earth and mountains, crushing countless demons to death.
The earthquakes rippling in all directions lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
You ascended the Star Mountain, spread your arms, and spoke with a resonant voice.
"Ten Thousand Weapons Return to the Source!"
This was not a martial technique.
This was an order issued to the multitude of sentient spiritual weapons.
But they did not listen to you.
From above the demonic cloud, the voice of the Myriad Soul Banner rang out.
"Ten Thousand Weapons Return to the Source!"
In an instant, all the spiritual weapons transformed into meteors and smashed down violently from the sky, as if a super-gigantic floating Gatling gun had just opened fire!
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!!"
The spiritual weapons did not care about their own abilities or effects at this moment; they were all using the most unpretentious physical attack method: falling from high altitudes!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
The demons covering the mountains and plains met with an overwhelming barrage of spiritual weapons. They were smashed dizzy and disoriented, completely halting their advancing momentum on the spot.
The Myriad Soul Banner fluttered, commanding the battle from the air.
"My subjects! I am with you!"
After landing, the spiritual weapons cheered in unison.
"Long live His Majesty!!"
"My subjects! March to war with me!!"
"Mighty is His Majesty!"
"My subjects..."
You: "Stop your damn speechmaking! Do some actual work!"
Hearing your words, a certain spiritual weapon stood up for their emperor.
"This servant is so impolite."
Seeing the demons in the rear continuing to charge forward fearlessly, you clenched your fists.
The demon race's strictest father had returned!
Carrying a boombox on your shoulder, you charged straight into the demon horde!
Though we haven't sworn brotherhood, I believe we were destined in our past lives...
Stepping on a flying sword, you flew at a low altitude, sprinting at full speed and exploding forward all the way!
Demons below the Golden Body realm that you crashed into exploded and died on the spot!
Demons below the Condensing Spirit realm that you crashed into were crippled if not killed!
You moved as if there were no demons around at all, rampaging and sweeping away all obstacles!
The demons tried to stop you, but your hundred-fold blood vitality enhancement, combined with a hundred-fold reduction in damage taken, rendered them completely powerless against you.
Even those demons skilled in demonic arts found that throwing their magic at you was like performing a cheap magic trick, causing basically no damage!
Unstoppable! Absolutely unstoppable!
Inescapable! Completely inescapable!
Looking down from high above, you transformed into a streak of white light, ricocheting back and forth amidst the demon horde, occasionally blasting out a mist of blood or a scattering of severed limbs and broken bodies.
This scene looked just like the droplet from the space two-thousand-ring firecracker ramming into humanity's three great space fleets!
"Collect!!"
What was even more lethal was that you held the Demon Refining Flask in your hand.
When you activated the Demon Refining Flask, its terrifying mouth opened wide. Demons with a cultivation realm lower than yours basically had no power to resist and were all sucked inside!
In the blink of an eye, they were refined into pools of bloody water!
[This efficiency is much faster than the Myriad Soul Banner's soul-refining assembly line!]
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?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
