The scorching sun blazed overhead.
Qin Luo stood at the edge of the cliff atop the highest peak of the Taichu Holy Land—Mount Taichu.
Gazing into the distance, he couldn't help but sigh.
Good news: using divination techniques and his grasp of fate, he had temporarily uncovered his current identity and memories in this world.
Bad news: he seemed to be... not a good person.
The revered Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land was, in reality, the mastermind behind Su Muwan's corruption and the catalyst for the Great Demonic Era?
What kind of absurd plot was this?
Qin Luo took a deep breath, his eyes filled with resignation.
Three years ago, on the night of the Blood Moon, he had arrived at the Northern Cold Palace of the Great Yan Dynasty.
There, he had tricked Su Muwan—branded by the dynasty as a "calamity"—into swallowing the "Nine Nether Frozen Abyss Art."
Tears of ice had clung to the girl's lashes, completely unaware that what she had ingested was a modified version of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art—far more potent and saturated with demonic energy than the original.
And just like that, Su Muwan, once pure and vibrant, became a mindless killing machine.
Seriously, what kind of twisted logic led to this?
Qin Luo rubbed his temples. When he first entered this dream, he had only sensed the Great Yan Dynasty through his bond with Su Muwan.
But now... why did his memories insist that he was the one who manipulated her?
Hold on—since when was he playing the villain?
Wait, no...
Qin Luo lowered his hand.
"Little Dog."
[I'm here.]
"What's going on? What’s the deal with this 'True Dream'? How did I end up as the mastermind behind all this?"
[Reporting to Master, the wonder of the Fate Dream Cauldron lies precisely here. Altering the timeline simultaneously spawns new branches.]
[Additionally, since this minor world is a fusion of multiple realms, combined with your unique identity as a 'Scavenger,' well... this is the result.]
"Hey, hey—don’t just casually drop such a clichéd explanation like that."
Qin Luo sighed in exasperation.
As he looked into the distance, he couldn’t help but lament.
Originally, he and the young miss were just two pitiful nobodies in a minor world.
How did merely interacting with her across two timelines spiral into such chaos?
And what was the deal with the identity assigned to him when he crossed into this world using the bronze cauldron?
[Reporting to Master, as a Scavenger, you exist beyond the constraints of the timeline. Thus, your identity is automatically generated in a plausible manner upon arrival.]
"Oh, that makes sense."
In other words, this world had a will of its own—a Heavenly Dao.
To maintain narrative coherence, this Heavenly Dao forcibly adjusted the world's trajectory, using its power to steer events toward 'reasonableness.'
"Damnable Heavenly Dao... If I ever meet you, I’ll slap you twice."
Enough. Right now, the priority was...
Qin Luo extended his hand, his gaze sharpening as his connection with Su Muwan flared to life.
[Qin Luo, you bastard! I’m going to beat you to death!]
Tsk tsk... Poor young miss.
[?? Qin Luo! You’re actually here?]
Qin Luo coughed lightly. How could she hear his thoughts from this far away?
[Obviously! We were sleeping in the same bed before entering this dream!]
......
......
Inside the Demon-Suppressing Cave.
Su Muwan’s face lit up with glee as she internally ranted: "Qin Luo, hurry up! These old geezers have lost their minds—they’re accusing me of slaughtering innocents and want to seal me away!"
"Can you believe this? Just randomly pinning crimes on people out of nowhere!"
[Young Miss, don’t panic. This is just standard procedure.]
"?"
Su Muwan slowly formed a question mark in her mind, feeling deeply offended.
Still...
"Hmph, you better hurry. If you’re too slow, I might turn into a pile of bones."
"Who knows what happens if you die in a dream?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the ten righteous cultivators coughing up blood nearby.
She yawned.
What a joke.
These ten old men claimed to be suppressing her, yet after all this time, nothing had happened.
Actually...
Su Muwan focused inward, sensing the fluctuations of her power. Far from being suppressed, her spiritual energy seemed to be...
Increasing continuously?
Wait—was she automatically absorbing their spiritual energy to strengthen herself?
Buzz—!
A surge of frigid energy naturally emanated from her body. Instinctively, she closed her eyes to comprehend its mysteries.
Huh... This feels so strange...
It’s like... I’m about to break through again.
Outside the barrier.
Pfft—!
The ten sect masters spat blood, their eyes trembling in shock.
The Nine Heavens Divine Sealing Array should have reduced anyone trapped within to a pool of blood instantly.
Yet... this "Frozen Demoness" not only remained unharmed but seemed lost in thought, as if her mind was elsewhere.
How was this possible?
How could she be this strong?
And how had they even captured her in the first place?
Oh, right...
The Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land had brought her in.
At that moment—
Buzz buzz buzz—!
The Zixiao Sect Master suddenly noticed his lifebound treasure trembling violently.
Then—
Crack—!
He watched in horror as his thousand-year-tempered "Nine Orifice Exquisite Pagoda" became encased in frost.
The tens of thousands of malevolent spirits sealed within the pagoda were now prostrating before Su Muwan.
"This demoness is devouring our spiritual energy!!! She’s even trying to reverse-control our treasures!!!"
The Tianji Pavilion Master suddenly vomited blood laced with ice shards, his divination tortoise shell splitting in half.
Only then did the others realize the entire cave was undergoing a terrifying transformation.
The Profound Heavenly Righteous Qi—originally meant to suppress evil—was now morphing into azure mist, funneling into Su Muwan’s seven orifices.
Su Muwan suddenly levitated into a meditative pose, her frost-colored robes fluttering without wind.
Buzz—!
Twelve crystalline thrones materialized behind her, each occupied by a phantom bearing her likeness.
The figure seated on the highest throne abruptly opened its eyes.
Instantly, the Nine Heavens Divine Sealing Array inverted.
"This is... the Heavenly Demon Avatar?!"
"The manifestation only achievable at the late-stage True Spirit Realm?!"
The Sword Peak Sect Master’s voice cracked, his face twisting in disbelief.
The three thousand spirit swords within his lifebound sword case suddenly reversed direction, raining down on the array’s casters like a storm.
"Disaster!! My lifebound treasure has been corrupted by demonic energy!!"
The ten sect masters hastily erected golden protective barriers.
But the moment the barriers touched the icy mist—
Poof!
They disintegrated into golden dust.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The ten elders collapsed, blood gushing from their mouths.
Their pupils shook violently as they stared at Su Muwan within the barrier.
If this is human, I’ll eat my hat!!!
What kind of monstrosity is this?!
"This is bad..." The Taichu Holy Land’s sect master inhaled sharply. "If she breaks free, the world is doomed!"
The Tianji Pavilion Master coughed blood and shouted, "Quick! Summon Holy Son Qin Luo for aid!!!"
As soon as the words left his mouth—
Crack—!
The cave’s ceiling shattered like glass.
Qin Luo descended amidst a shower of golden dust, his Three Lights Robe—emblazoned with the sun, moon, and stars—billowing dramatically.
Qin Luo is here!!
They’re saved!!
The sects are saved!!
The world is saved!!
The ten sect masters beamed with relief. "Qin—"
"Apologies for the delay."
Before the words had fully left his mouth—
Qin Luo’s fingertip lightly tapped the collapsing array core. Crack!
The barrier shattered completely, and the sealing array that had trapped Su Muwan vanished before everyone’s eyes.
Su Muwan opened her eyes and glared at Qin Luo, her cheeks puffing with anger. “You’re eleven minutes late coming for me!”
“My apologies, Young Mistress. Sorting through my memories took some time.”
Qin Luo admitted his mistake without hesitation.
Then—
He turned to the stunned sect masters and said, “You’ve all worked hard.”
His smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet dark sigils crept across the ground beneath his feet.
“Now, please rest peacefully as you become eternal shadowborn.”
The Zixiao Sect Master stared in shock—not at Qin Luo, but at Su Muwan behind him—and roared, “You witch!! You… you’ve bewitched our sect’s sacred—”
Slap!
Silence.
“Bewitched your ass!!”
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?!
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
