The Azure Dragon stared at your massive figure, its expression somewhat intrigued and bewildered.
"What kind of demonic art are you practicing, human, to enlarge your body so many times while still maintaining a normal physical form?"
Having lived for a long time, the Azure Dragon had indeed seen certain humans practice demonic arts that altered their body size.
However, those people's bodies would generally become twisted, with exposed white bones, looking no different from monsters.
"Brother Azure Dragon, let's put aside my cultivation method for now. I came here today to tell you all about a major event! It concerns the survival of the human race, the demon race, and even the entire Human Realm!"
As soon as you spoke, you brazenly elevated your seniority, directly placing yourself on the same level as the Azure Dragon and the other Demon Ancestors.
Hearing you say this, the injured Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey in the distance sneered.
"Tch, and here I thought you had some new excuse..."
You ignored this guy, slightly raised your chin, slowly opened your arms, and began to exude your "Chinese-style charm."
Alas! The Human Realm is in peril!
Woe is us! Our generation fights a bitter battle!
Oh my! Demon brothers, let's join forces!
Hey, Ba Zha Hei!
You detailed the crisis of the Dragonman race, the efforts currently being made by all factions in the Human Realm, the future defense plans, and the parts where the demon race's cooperation was needed.
After listening.
Mountain Lord, Black Turtle, Azure Flood Dragon, and Blue Peacock—these second-generation ancestors completely believed your words. Looking at their resolute expressions, they were already prepared to go to the battlefield.
However, the four Great Ancestors had more resolute willpower; they still needed you to show more evidence.
"The Dragonman race is indeed the race our kind hates the most!
It is hateful that we descendants are powerless and no longer possess the abilities of our ancestors to traverse the Void Realm. We have no way to seek revenge against the Dragonmen!
But you say the Dragonmen are coming to attack the Human Realm?
Where is the evidence?
Are we, the demons of the Great Wilderness, supposed to expend our energy based solely on your one-sided story and, as you suggest, go to the Five Domains and the overseas islands to persuade other demons to retreat to the Great Wilderness?"
What you hoped the demon race would do before the Dragonmen arrived was actually very simple.
Properly cultivate the next generation and strengthen the overall combat power of their clansmen.
At the same time, pull all the demons mingling in human living areas back to the Great Wilderness, stopping them from interfering with the normal lives and production of humans.
If they refused to return, you asked the demon race to clean house themselves, so the humans could invest fewer resources and manpower in demon extermination.
"You want evidence? I have it!"
With a wave of your hand, the Myriad Soul Golden Banner fluttered in the wind, its holy radiance illuminating the world.
The living evidence, Huchacha, was released by you once again for the third time.
This time, there was no need for anyone else to force Huchacha to reveal himself; the Myriad Soul Golden Banner had this function built-in.
"Divine Ghost Canopy!"
A golden canopy of light descended from the sky, covering Huchacha. The soul-state Huchacha then cast a reflection within the canopy, making him visible to everyone.
"It really is a Dragonman!"
"Have they already entered the Human Realm?"
"It seems what Chen Yi said is true!"
Huchacha wore a look of utmost loyalty.
"Respected Demon Ancestors, please believe my lord's words!
My race has indeed designated the Human Realm as a strategic target that must be conquered within this millennium. Within a hundred years at the latest, there will definitely be a large-scale invasion plan!
The living beings of the Human Realm, whether demon or human, must prepare early, otherwise your entire races will surely perish, and the Human Realm will be wiped out!"
It would have been fine if Huchacha hadn't spoken, but the moment he did, he completely baffled the four Ancestors and four Young Ancestors present.
"Lord?"
In the distance, the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey laughed uproariously.
"Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi... This actor you found isn't professional enough, he even calls you lord!"
You explained Huchacha's situation.
The four Ancestors were finally half-believing, half-doubting.
Then, you pulled out more evidence.
It was the intelligence on the Human Realm compiled by the Dragonmen, which you had obtained when you destroyed a Dragonman stronghold in your early years.
After the four Ancestors read it, coupled with the continuous effect of the "Chinese Succubus" trait, they basically believed it.
Their ancestors had experienced the Dragonmen's war against the Demon Realm, so they were very familiar with these tactics.
The bloodlines of the four Ancestors were purer, retaining some of their ancestors' bloodline memories, so they still had an impression of these things.
"Actually, it's not difficult to prove that what I say is true. You just need to go to the current Five Domains and the Four Seas Archipelago to see for yourselves.
Although it's hard to stop all the conflicts everywhere, the martial artist community has already entered a state of full preparation for war.
The next step is that ordinary mortals who cannot cultivate will also join this grand preparation.
If the demon race truly considers the Human Realm as their second home, then contribute your strength to the future bloody battle!"
The four Ancestors all fell silent.
But you knew they would do their best.
Because no one hated the Dragonmen more than the demon race.
The Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey was still jumping around on the sidelines.
"Hey! Azure Dragon! White Tiger! Do you really believe this guy?! He's a human! He's not one of our demon race! Those who are not of our kin are sure to have different hearts!"
You took a step forward, starlight flowing backward beneath your feet, and arrived directly in front of him.
You shoved the Demon Forging Gourd right into his face.
"I've put up with you for a long time! Get in there!!"
You sucked the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey inside. This guy would be sealed in the Demon Forging Gourd until his master from the Real Realm came looking for him.
While collecting the spirit monkey, you also quickly touched him.
As expected, you failed to copy his talent.
Black Wind's true body might actually be a special creature from the Real Realm.
Afterward, you communicated some details with the four Ancestors to ensure the demon race would join the team.
Among them, you mentioned the twin corpses of the Dragon and Phoenix.
"I heard that these two divine corpses could originally exert Martial God-level combat power. Is there absolutely no way now?"
The Azure Dragon sighed.
"No matter how pure the power left behind by the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix was, it could not withstand the erosion of time. Thirty thousand years is simply too long."
"If our side has a way to restore the power of the Dragon and Phoenix corpses, would you allow us to operate on them?"
"If we could make the two Ancestors regain their former power, even for a moment, it would be a blessing for our race."
You had found two backups for the Seven Luminaries Immortal Array.
It was just that currently, there was no way to make the Dragon and Phoenix corpses exert Martial God-level power. You had previously asked Old Shen about this in the Star Domain, and he didn't have a solution for this either.
"Benefactor, are you leaving again? You just arrived this time..."
Seeing that you were about to leave, Hongluan couldn't bear to let you go.
You had no choice but to tell her the tragic story of the Legend of the White Snake again.
You only told the part up to where the White Snake was imprisoned under the Leifeng Pagoda and Xu Xian raised their child alone.
You couldn't mention the later part about Xu Shilin becoming the top scholar; that would be a wish-fulfillment story.
The thirty-first year, fifty years old.
You headed all the way east and arrived at the Carefree Holy Land.
During this time, you could feel that even if you didn't cultivate, your body was automatically absorbing and exhaling the essence of heaven and earth. This was the demon race's talent at work.
It was just that your realm was currently stuck at the peak of the Spirit Condensation stage, so the improvement in your cultivation base was extremely faint.
But it didn't matter.
[The finals for the title of Holy Son have begun.]
[As long as you secure the position of Holy Son, you will receive the assistance of the Xiaoyao God, guaranteeing a one hundred percent chance to break through to the Martial King Realm!]
[No matter how talented, monstrous, or historically unparalleled your competitors may be, your victory this time is absolutely in the bag.]
[The trait "Eternal Half-Emperor" is still in effect. Since your true cultivation has reached the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm, the "+1" effect will directly boost you to the peak of the Martial King Realm!]

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?!