After doing all this, Gu Changyuan did not linger. Holding the little white fox that had already fallen peacefully asleep in his arms, his figure flickered, and he returned to the protective shield high in the sky to rendezvous with the waiting Bai Ling'er and the others.
"Master, is this..."
Bai Ling'er's eyes lit up as she looked at the snow-white ball of fur that had appeared in Gu Changyuan's arms, asking curiously.
Ye Qingxue, Yue Lingxi, and Luo Qingchen also turned their gazes over, their eyes filled with curiosity.
"I picked it up on the way. Its talent is quite good, so we can take it back and raise it."
Gu Changyuan gave a brief explanation, thought for a moment, and then handed it to Yue Lingxi, who was beside him.
Yue Lingxi obediently took the snow-white, fluffy little ball from Gu Changyuan's hands, her movements as gentle as if she were holding a feather.
As the possessor of the Profound Heaven Lunar Soul Body, she was extremely sensitive to mental fluctuations. Almost the instant she touched the little white fox, she clearly sensed the bizarre spiritual domain lingering around the little creature.
This domain seemed to be able to untangle thoughts and accelerate comprehension, making even her divine soul feel a burst of comfort.
No wonder Master specially brought it back... Such a rare divine ability is indeed extraordinary.
She carefully cradled the little white fox in her arms, using her own lunar soul power to form an even gentler inner protective shield.
Without pausing any longer, Gu Changyuan activated the shield and continued on their journey in the direction indicated by the beacon.
About four hours later, amidst the boundless white snowy scenery, dots of tender green began to appear, and the piercing chill of the cold wind gradually faded.
After traveling for a short while longer, the group finally stepped completely out of the Extreme North and entered the territory of the Northern Region of the North Continent.
They sped along for another eight hours until Gu Changyuan, with the terrifying coverage of his divine sense, finally captured four powerful demonic auras rapidly approaching them at an astonishing speed on the horizon ahead.
He couldn't be more familiar with those demonic auras; they belonged exactly to Lu Jiuyi, Xiang Xuanyin, Sun Buhuo, and Zhu Jiuyin.
Seeing his disciples, whom he had not seen for a thousand years and who were now rushing anxiously for the safety of their fellow sect members, a gentle smile involuntarily curled the corners of Gu Changyuan's mouth, and a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes.
With a slight movement of his mind, he did not immediately reveal himself to reunite with them. Instead, he quietly sped up, instantly closing a large amount of distance.
Then, raising his right hand, he brought his middle and index fingers together, and seemingly casually, pointed gently toward the void ahead in the direction of Lu Jiuyi and the other three.
Buzz!
There was no earth-shattering momentum, but in the sky about a hundred rods ahead of the four demons, space suddenly twisted.
A massive sword phantom, entirely chaotic gray in color, condensed out of thin air without any warning. Carrying a terrifying sword intent, it slashed down right at the heads of the four demons below.
The instant the sword phantom appeared, alarm bells rang simultaneously in the hearts of the four demons! They were all battle-hardened, highly experienced Demon Ancestor-level existences, and their perception of danger was acute to the extreme.
This sword phantom came too fast, too abruptly, and the sword intent it contained made them all feel a substantial threat!
"Hmph!"
Zhu Jiuyin reacted the fastest. His figure, which seemed ready to blend into the flow of time at any moment, slightly solidified. He raised his right hand in the air toward the slashing sword phantom and let out a low shout.
Divine Ability: Eclipse of Time.
A surge of the power of time rushed toward the massive sword phantom. The light around the sword phantom instantly distorted, and its downward slashing speed visibly and abruptly slowed.
However, it only slowed for a mere instant.
The chaotic sword phantom itself seemed to contain some kind of Dao principle that resisted or even destroyed time. The sword body vibrated slightly, forcefully shattering and annihilating the erosive power of time entwined around it.
Its downward momentum only paused slightly before continuing to slash down with the force of a thunderbolt.
"What?!"
For the first time, a clear look of shock appeared on Zhu Jiuyin's indifferent face.
Although his Eclipse of Time was not his strongest attack, it had always been unfailing in terms of interference and delay. Today, it was actually broken so easily.
Divine Ability: Nine Divisions of Heaven.
Lu Jiuyi's calm voice rang out. He took a step forward, and white light burst forth from his entire body.
A semi-transparent domain of rules with a radius of about fifty rods instantly opened up, enveloping the four demons within.
Within the domain, Lu Jiuyi's mind raced, and several temporary rules were instantly generated and applied to the sword phantom: Air Ban, Anti-Gravity, Magic Ban.
With the three rules superimposed, the falling momentum of the chaotic sword phantom was hindered once again, and the light on the sword body dimmed slightly.
"Roar!"
Xiang Xuanyin let out a sharp hiss. His figure swelled violently, transforming into his true form: a hundred-rod-long, pitch-black nine-headed Xiangliu serpent.
The nine heads roared at the sky simultaneously, spewing out nine types of attacks with completely different attributes but equally terrifying power: poisonous mist, profound water, raging fire, astral wind, lightning, frost, corrosion, mental shock, and fiendish yin.
Sun Buhuo let out an angry roar at this moment. The golden hair all over his body stood on end, and his muscles bulged. Combining the ultimate strength of the Chaotic Demonic Ape bloodline with his mastery of prime magnetic forces, he clenched his right fist tightly.
Stomping violently on the void beneath his feet, he smashed a completely unflashy punch right at the spine of the sword phantom.
Boom!
The four powerful innate divine abilities, rule powers, attribute attacks, and pure brute force acted on the chaotic sword phantom almost simultaneously.
Amidst the loud crash, the unrivaled chaotic sword phantom, under the tacit and highly efficient joint counterattack of the four Demon Ancestors, trembled violently. Its light rapidly dimmed, and finally, with a bang, it shattered completely, turning into a sky full of light spots and dissipating.
High in the sky, Gu Changyuan watched this scene with his divine sense, the look of approval in his eyes growing stronger.
Their reaction speed to the sudden attack, their unflappable coordination in the face of danger, and the application and linking of their respective divine abilities were all perfect. It was enough to show their growth and tacit understanding over the past thousand years.
The next moment, he raised his finger again, pointing heavily in the direction of the four, his tone carrying a hint of a smile:
"Not bad, again!"
Whoosh!
Just as Lu Jiuyi and the others had resolved the first sword phantom, and in the split second when their minds relaxed slightly and their vigilance dropped a bit.
Another chaotic sword phantom, with even stronger might, swept out fiercely from the direct flank of the four demons with a waist-chopping momentum, completely without any prior warning.
When the sword phantom condensed, not a single trace of aura leaked out; its appearance was extremely abrupt.
Seeing that the sword phantom was about to chop the four in half, Zhu Jiuyin's pupils shrank drastically, and he struck out again.
Divine Ability: Reversal of Time.
An even richer power of time swept out, acting upon the slashing sword phantom.
The aggressive, horizontally sweeping sword phantom suddenly had its forward momentum stalled. Immediately after, as if it were a reversed video, it began to retreat inch by inch along its original trajectory.
The light, pressure, and even the spatial ripples brought up by the sword phantom rapidly weakened and dissipated as it retreated.
Finally, at a distance of less than ten rods from the bodies of the four demons, the sword phantom completely retreated back to its initial state before the attack was launched: nothingness.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
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.”
