Gu Changyuan pressed his right hand against the barrier, and spiritual energy surged from his palm as he began to analyze and deconstruct the entire seal.
Within the seal gathered the essence of countless great Daos.
The Five Elements—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—interwove to form the foundation of the seal.
The Yin-Yang Daos flowed within, maintaining the seal’s balance and stability.
The Dao of Reincarnation coiled around it, granting the seal the power of self-repair.
The Dao of Time and Space enabled the seal to endure for over a thousand years without decaying.
Almost every great Dao left its mark within.
For ordinary cultivators to break this seal, they would need experts versed in different Daos to attack its various nodes simultaneously, just to have a chance at tearing it apart.
But Gu Changyuan was no ordinary cultivator.
The number of Daos he had comprehended surpassed anyone’s imagination.
Time, Space, Causality, Reincarnation, Stars, the Five Elements, Yin and Yang—he had attained profound mastery in each one.
Dozens of streams of spiritual energy descended at once, striking the seal’s key nodes with pinpoint accuracy.
The moment those nodes were struck, the corresponding Dao auras within the seal began to loosen, peel away, and dissipate.
The seal’s structure started to crumble.
Those originally intricate, interwoven Dao energies, each supporting the other, began to fall away layer by layer under Gu Changyuan’s precise assault.
As the final thread of Dao energy was stripped from the seal, the entire structure collapsed in full.
Gu Changyuan let out a cold snort, raised his right hand, and a black longsword materialized in his grip.
The surrounding Nine Calamities Sword Formation immediately activated. “Burial of the Heavens” and “Fall of the Celestial Decree,” dual calamities, rose together. A formidable sword intent and the will of the Dao infused the blade in his hand.
With a single swing of his right hand directed toward the sky, a sword intent stretching for thousands of miles erupted.
“Boom!”
A massive rift split open from the center of the seal, spanning from east to west, cutting across the entire sky.
Golden light flickered at the edges of the rift—a divine radiance born from the reopening of the Immortal Path.
Within the rift, a dense surge of immortal energy gushed forth, cascading downward.
Gu Changyuan stood before the rift, his robes flapping loudly in the wind of immortal energy.
Under his command, spiritual energy laid a path paved with golden light across the fissure.
The Immortal Path, which had been slowly recovering on its own, began to reconstruct at a rapid pace with his aid.
As the final formation rune settled into place, a pillar of golden light shot up from the rift, piercing the heavens.
A colossal Ascension Immortal Path materialized above the Nine Heavens. The concentration of spiritual energy in the world began to rise slowly, and the spiritual veins that had stagnated for a thousand years due to the severed Immortal Path started flowing once more.
That pillar of light, over a hundred feet thick, soared into the clouds, dyeing the entire sky gold.
Golden radiance poured down from the Nine Heavens, illuminating every corner of the Nine Specters Realm.
The Eastern Continent, Western Continent, Southern Continent, Northern Continent, Central Continent, the Demon Realm, and the Devil Realm—every living being in the Nine Specters Realm saw this pillar of light clearly. They witnessed the celestial Immortal Path spanning heaven and earth.
In that moment, every cultivator who had reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage was left with nothing but shock and disbelief. They stopped and gazed upward, their eyes filled with dazed confusion and wild joy.
Was this… was this the Immortal Path being reopened?
After a thousand years of silence, and countless Tribulation Transcendence cultivators spending their entire lives waiting in vain, the Immortal Path had truly been restored!
Instantly, those peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivators whose life spans were nearly spent, who were already on the brink of passing, saw the golden light flooding the sky and the celestial path. Tears of sorrow and joy streamed down their aged faces.
They never thought they would live to see the day the Immortal Path reopened—to have one more chance to ascend and walk the immortal road.
Those in their prime, who had trained relentlessly with their hearts set on becoming immortals, now trembled uncontrollably, too moved to speak.
Gu Changyuan’s figure descended from the Nine Heavens, landing above the Celestial Holy Land.
“Xing’er, Xiao Kong, Xiao Shi.”
Gu Changyuan’s gaze fell upon three figures.
“The Holy Land is in your hands. If anything happens, contact me anytime. I can return at once.”
“Understood, Master!”
The three answered in unison, their voices crisp.
Though their eyes brimmed with reluctance and they longed to accompany their master to the Immortal Realm, they knew their cultivation had not yet met the standard for ascension.
As for whether the departure of so many peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivators would weaken the Celestial Holy Land, the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, or the Heavenly Demon Sect?
Of course not.
Not everyone was at the peak Tribulation Transcendence stage.
There were still disciples at the Tribulation Transcendence, Great Ascension, and Nascent Soul stages beneath the Holy Land, as well as in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and Sect.
And Gu Changyuan could return at any time; no force in the Nine Specters Realm could threaten the Holy Land.
Gu Changyuan’s gaze left the three, sweeping across every peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivator present.
Then he spoke.
“Ascend to Immortality!”
With those words, he moved.
Gu Changyuan took the lead, soaring into the sky. Behind him, nearly a thousand Tribulation Transcendence cultivators immediately followed in his steps.
Shielded by Gu Changyuan’s spiritual energy, they didn’t even need to climb the path on foot. They flew straight across the long immortal road, successfully reaching the summit, and passed through the remnants of the interdimensional barrier, stepping into the legendary Immortal Domain.
The instant they crossed the barrier and topped the path, countless streams of pure and dense immortal energy surged forth like a tidal wave. They rushed violently toward Gu Changyuan and his disciples behind him, enveloping each person’s body.
Bathing in this immortal energy, the disciples’ spiritual energy inside them instantly boiled over. Their cultivation levels began to skyrocket. In just a few breaths, each one broke through to the Human Immortal realm.
Their physical bodies also underwent transformation under the tempering of immortal energy, becoming ever more resilient.
Those who had originally reached the Demi-Immortal stage did not stop at the early Human Immortal stage; their cultivation continued to climb.
As for Gu Changyuan’s thirty senior disciples, who had already reached the peak of Demi-Immortal perfection, their cultivation erupted straight to the peak of Human Immortal, just one step away from the Earth Immortal realm.
Soon, under Gu Changyuan’s guidance, all the disciples arrived steadily on the teleportation formation of the Lanyu Immortal Sect.
Gu Changyuan raised his longsword high with his right hand and shouted.
“Disciples of the Lanyu Immortal Sect—leave none alive!”

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”

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?"