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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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?"
