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!!”
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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.
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...
