Gu Changyuan raised his left hand and tapped lightly with his index finger.
A wisp of spiritual energy escaped from his fingertip like a fine silver thread, instantly shooting into the sky.
The moment the spiritual energy touched the void, it suddenly transformed into a ripple, spreading in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Wherever the ripple passed—
The fierce and ominous aura left behind by the strange beast instantly melted away.
That suffocating sense of oppression, the bloodlust and brutality permeating the air, were completely washed clean.
The sky became clear and translucent once again, and the sunlight spilled down, as warm as before.
Gu Changyuan lowered his left hand, raised his right slightly, and pointed his index finger up.
The small black coffin slowly rotated above his fingertip, completely devoid of the terrifying appearance it had when it swallowed the Immortal Kings just moments ago.
Behind him.
Zhuge Dancheng, Gongsun Xiangming, and Xuanyuan Feiyue stood with their mouths slightly agape and their gazes dull, still immersed in the shock brought by that scene.
They were Immortal Kings.
Immortal Kings who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Immortal Kings who had seen countless grand scenes and experienced countless life-and-death struggles.
But that scene just now—
The terrifying aura when that ferocious beast appeared made even their hearts palpitate.
That pure, primal ferocious power made the Immortal King Dao rhythms within their bodies faintly restless.
This Holy Ancestor of the Heaven and Human Holy Land simply raised his hand and spoke.
In a mere three breaths.
That strange beast, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, was torn to pieces, swallowed, and completely erased.
The three Immortal Kings exchanged glances, all seeing the same shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
Was this really the strength a cultivator from the Lower Realm should possess?
The power of that casual strike, the method of summoning the ferocious beast, the mastery over the laws...
Was the young man before them truly not a supreme existence specially sent down by some hidden top-tier faction of the Upper Realm?!
It wasn't just the three of them; all the members of the five great families behind them were currently experiencing a storm in their hearts, their scalps tingling from the shock.
The strange beast summoned by the formation set up by the three from the Royal Court had already brought them endless oppression.
But what about this Holy Ancestor?
With just a casual sentence, he summoned the phantom of a ferocious beast with one finger, swallowed the strange beast in one gulp, crushed the grand formation with one palm, and sealed three Immortal King-level powerhouses into a coffin with a backhand motion.
Among the five families, two family heads were currently filled with wild joy.
One was naturally Zhuge Jinglong. His gaze subconsciously looked at his son, Zhuge Sijue, beside him, his heart churning.
Previously, he had felt that the relationship between the Zhuge family and the Heaven and Human Holy Land was mutually beneficial, an alliance between the strong.
But looking at it now—how was this an alliance?
It was clearly their Zhuge family clinging to a heaven-sent fortune.
Zhuge Jinglong secretly rejoiced in his heart; fortunately, he hadn't stopped this marriage back then, fortunately, he had always treated Xu Mengyao with courtesy, fortunately...
He took a deep breath, trying hard to keep his expression calm, but the wildly rising corners of his mouth betrayed his inner ecstasy.
Dugu Qirong's expression was even more complex.
His gaze landed on Gu Changyuan, his eyes full of excitement and relief.
His daughter, Dugu Shiling, was this Holy Ancestor's yet-to-be-inducted grand-disciple!
Although she hadn't officially acknowledged her master yet, the matter was already settled.
He wished he could fly back to the Dugu family right now and enshrine that girl.
Back when that girl proposed going to the Heaven and Human Holy Land alone, he had hesitated and even opposed it.
After all, the Dugu family's influence was waning now, and he didn't want his daughter taking risks alone outside.
Thinking about it now...
He wished he could slap himself in the face.
Fortunately, that girl was stubborn and didn't listen to him.
As for Ye Qingxue, Lin Jingyu, and Yue Lingxi—
They stood behind Gu Changyuan, their expressions calm, but deep within their eyes, shock was similarly surging.
They knew their master was very strong.
After returning from the Void of Disorder, they knew their master's strength had reached an unfathomable height.
But knowing it was one thing; seeing it with their own eyes was another.
That scene just now, whether it was the visual impact or the absolute control revealed in his every movement, was enough to be called absolutely shocking.
On Gu Changyuan's finger, that small black coffin was still slowly rotating.
He turned around and looked at the three Immortal Kings behind him who were still in a state of stupor, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
"You three."
His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly awakened the three from their shock.
The three shuddered simultaneously, their gazes converging on him.
"Would you like to gather inside the coffin?"
Gu Changyuan raised his finger, gesturing toward the spinning small black coffin.
"I would like to know a bit about the matters concerning the Royal Court."
Hearing this, the three of them cast their gazes upon the small black coffin.
Enter the coffin?
These words sounded... somewhat strange.
Zhuge Dancheng spoke first, his tone much more respectful:
"Of course."
Gongsun Xiangming and Xuanyuan Feiyue also nodded.
Gu Changyuan nodded slightly.
He waved his right hand—
A soft stream of light enveloped Ye Qingxue's group of three, as well as Zhuge Dancheng's group of three.
In the next instant, the seven figures transformed into streams of light and vanished into the small black coffin.
The small black coffin remained suspended in the void, slowly rotating.
Zhuge Jinglong took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the shock and ecstasy in his heart, and regained the composure expected of a family head.
He turned to face the guests who were still recovering from their fright and spoke loudly:
"Everyone!"
Everyone's gazes gathered on him.
"What just happened was purely an accident, and it startled you all.
The Zhuge family has prepared fine guest rooms for everyone. You may rest first and recover your vitality."
Hearing this, the crowd nodded in succession and, guided by the Zhuge family's attendants, headed to their respective quarters.
......
Inside the black coffin.
It was an endless expanse of darkness.
A pure, absolute darkness without a single trace of light.
But as Gu Changyuan's figure appeared—
"Buzz—"
Light suddenly flared up.
That light radiated from Gu Changyuan's body, instantly dispelling all the darkness and illuminating the entire space.
Only then did everyone clearly see where they were.
It was a massive space with pitch-black walls.
Beneath their feet was a solid ground, yet it felt as if it had no weight.
And right in the center of the space—
Three figures were tightly bound by thick black iron chains.
It was precisely those three Immortal Kings of the Royal Court.
At this moment, they were covered in blood, their auras feeble, their heads hanging low like three dead dogs whose spines had been pulled out.
Those iron chains extended from the void, wrapping around their limbs, torsos, and necks, locking them firmly in place, unable to move.
The God-Binding Coffin.
This was one of the treasures Gu Changyuan had obtained in the Void of Disorder.
Inside this coffin, the aura, karma, cultivation base, and divine soul of the bound individuals would be completely stripped away and thoroughly sealed off; the outside world could not perceive or lock onto them.
Not only that, the God-Binding Coffin would automatically fabricate an aura and karmic line identical to the captives, continuing to walk their karmic paths in their stead and completing the tasks they were "supposed to complete."
When the Royal Court sent them to the Lower Realm, they were inevitably given a certain amount of time to complete their mission.
If they were killed directly, the Royal Court of the Upper Realm would notice the anomaly before long. At that time, they would definitely send even stronger experts to the Lower Realm, causing unnecessary complications.
That was why Gu Changyuan chose to utilize the God-Binding Coffin.
By forging their tracks and covering up the truth, he could keep the Imperial Court in the dark for the time being, entirely unaware that the three Immortal Kings they had sent down had already been reduced to prisoners.
Only by doing this could his disciples and his three factions develop in peace, steadily improve, and accumulate their strength.
And only then could he receive more cultivation feedback from them.
Through the three Immortal Kings before him, he only grasped the general strength of the Imperial Court, but remained ignorant of their true limits and hidden trump cards.
Especially that bizarre crystal core within their bodies...
Such a thing did not look like it could be easily produced.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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.”

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.