That day, Gu Yan broke the seal on the dagger and once again grasped the blade known as ‘Night.’
In an instant,
the tide of battle turned once more.
The Power of Night was like a venom from the outer demons—a single touch meant death.
With the dagger in hand and his cultivation at the peak of the Immortal rank, Gu Yan became an unstoppable force, akin to a vengeful spirit.
Countless demons were slain.
Countless souls were devoured.
As expected, with the dagger’s power, Gu Yan... broke through to the Divine rank!
The demonic forces gradually retreated, and human territories were reclaimed.
Humanity saw a glimmer of hope.
Yet... behind this victory...
lay endless suffering.
For every time Gu Yan wielded the dagger, he absorbed the souls of countless fiends.
Rage, sorrow, despair—all these dark emotions, along with bloodthirsty memories, flooded his mind.
With each use, the Power of Night within him doubled.
Slowly... his spirit teetered on the brink of collapse. But none of this... was known to anyone.
Except... Leng Qingqiu.
"Gu Yan, stop using the dagger! If you keep going, you’ll die!"
Leng Qingqiu intercepted him as he prepared for another battle, her eyes red as she pleaded.
Only she understood the true nature of the so-called ‘Sacred Artifact of the Qian Emperor.’
It was the very same cursed blade sealed away by the previous Qian Emperor—a weapon that left irreversible scars on its wielder with every use.
After absorbing so many souls, after wielding the dagger so many times... how much pain must Gu Yan be enduring now?
"No."
Gu Yan’s gaze remained fixed ahead as he tightened his grip on the dagger. "This battle is the decisive one. If we win, humanity will reclaim the Central City."
"But..."
Leng Qingqiu grabbed his hand, her voice breaking. "Your eyes... you can barely see anymore..."
She was right. This was the price of using the dagger.
Gu Yan fell silent. The world before him had already blurred beyond recognition.
After this... he would likely lose his sight completely.
But he had no regrets.
This was the most crucial battle.
Ignoring Leng Qingqiu’s desperate cries, he marched toward the battlefield.
...
...
With the dagger’s power, as expected, humanity emerged victorious.
They gained a new home, new food and water...
But the cost... was Gu Yan’s sight.
And... he could no longer wield the dagger.
Because he had entered its second stage. To use it again would demand a new sacrifice.
This time, however, it would grant him power capable of deciding the war’s outcome.
All previous side effects would vanish, and Gu Yan would gain perfect control over the blade.
But when he learned the price... he refused.
In the end, Gu Yan resealed the dagger.
And after months of peace, the demonic legions returned.
...
...
The first battle ended in a narrow victory for humanity.
In the second, the demons deployed even stronger forces, and the Central City was lost once more.
By the third battle...
Despair struck.
The same outer demon who had once shattered worlds with a single finger... had reappeared.
"Gu Yan! You must make a choice!"
"Never!"
"Gu Yan! For the sake of humanity, you must sacrifice the Dao Ancestor!"
"You are our leader! You are humanity’s last hope!"
On the eve of battle, the survivors pressured Gu Yan to decide.
They had learned the dagger’s secret.
Or rather, someone, bewitched by the blade, had revealed it.
They now knew the condition for restoring Gu Yan’s sight.
That condition was...
for the dagger... to drink the Dao Ancestor’s heartblood!
Gu Yan’s eyes remained closed as he coldly rejected them. "Silence!"
"If the price of false peace is the Dao Ancestor’s death..."
"Then let humanity perish! We would rather die standing than sacrifice our own for hope!"
His voice was icy, filled with resolve.
"Even without that dagger, I, Gu Yan, will annihilate the demons!"
Under his overwhelming presence, the matter was dropped.
But as expected...
Humanity suffered a crushing defeat. The army... was annihilated...
Gu Yan, gravely wounded, was rescued and brought back.
The demons pressed on, advancing to the borders of the Great Qian Dynasty.
This tragedy was not just due to the overwhelming disparity in strength—there had also been traitors among them.
Yet what shattered Gu Yan was not this betrayal.
But rather...
"M...my lord..."
"Here... the dagger, now imbued with the Dao Ancestor’s heartblood..."
A trembling subordinate placed the dagger—the very one that should have been sealed—into Gu Yan’s hands as he regained consciousness.
Gu Yan clutched the blade, his expression frozen.
"Gu Yan, don’t be weak!"
"The Dao Ancestor sacrificed herself willingly!"
"Gu Yan, has your strength returned?"
"Gu Yan, save humanity..."
"My lord..."
The voices around him faded into noise.
Despair and devastation consumed Gu Yan’s heart.
His mind went blank. His ears rang.
Pain—excruciating, soul-rending pain.
He felt as though he could no longer breathe.
BANG!
The door was flung open.
With his heightened senses, Gu Yan detected Leng Qingqiu’s lifeless body in the Qingzhu Residence.
Leng Qingqiu... was dead.
Whether by choice or force, he no longer cared.
Because...
she was gone.
And the moment he realized this...
A voice slithered into his mind from the dagger:
["The heartblood of your beloved has been absorbed."]
["Conditions fulfilled."]
["You shall become... the strongest in this world."]
His power surged. His vision returned.
But as he stared at her corpse, his sight blurred once more.
He rushed forward, cradling her body, and let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Gu Yan... had broken.
In just a single day...
The demonic legions stormed the Great Qian Dynasty’s imperial palace.
Countless humans were slaughtered.
Everyone begged for Gu Yan to save them.
But...
Gu Yan had vanished.
Humanity’s last stronghold fell.
A month later, when Gu Yan reappeared...
The demonic legions were obliterated by an overwhelming wave of the Power of Night.
But it did not end there.
A black light flashed across the world.
And as it faded... the world itself... vanished from the cosmos.
All life—including Gu Yan—was erased.
Gu Yan had destroyed the last remnants of existence, shattered the foundation of cultivation, and severed all paths to immortality for future generations.
He had... given up on this world entirely.
He no longer... cared about anything.
...
...
WHOOSH!
A sensation of weightlessness.
"Hiss—!"
Gu Yan gasped sharply and jolted upright.
He looked around at his familiar bedroom,
his gaze dazed and distant.
He clutched his chest, tears streaming uncontrollably.
He understood now... he finally understood...
So... all the memories he had experienced before were fragments from countless splintered worlds, broken off from the vast cosmos.
And the world he currently inhabited...
was also one of those shattered fragments, torn apart by that "Outer Fiend" from the Great Qian Dynasty.
But why had he been forced to relive these worlds over and over?
And why was he never able to truly be with Leng Qingqiu in any of them?
What was the secret behind all this?
In the final moments, that terrifying Outer Fiend had not appeared.
Who...
Who was truly pulling the strings behind the scenes?
Now... the dagger had circled back into his hands once more.
So... what would happen next?
Was Xiao Leng really Leng Qingqiu, or was Leng Qingqiu actually Xiao Leng?
Gu Yan... was utterly lost.
Meanwhile.
At the Leng Family estate.
Xiao Leng stood motionless by the window, her eyes vacant, a single tear slowly tracing down her cheek.
She whispered softly, "So... this is how it is..."
Xiao Leng seemed to have glimpsed more memories than he had—she seemed to understand something.
She knew who she was now... understood... the purpose of her existence...
Gradually, she snapped out of her daze and pressed a hand to her chest.
There... an overwhelming surge of emotions had taken root.
So this was the truth...
Hah... how...
utterly tragic.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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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.
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