In the courtyard of the Long Family estate.
Long Aotian was flipping through the experimental data in his hands. His expression remained neutral, but when he saw Bai Jun's experimental results—marked as [Grand Master, yet physically deformed and unconscious]—he let out a cold snort. A flame ignited in his palm, reducing the documents to blackened ashes.
"Useless, all of them!"
"After all these years of experiments, Lin Yinyin is still the only perfect Anti-Demon Weapon!"
A shadowy figure stood behind Long Aotian and spoke in a low voice, "My lord, though these Anti-Demon Weapons lack consciousness and self-control, their overall strength is at the Grand Master level. They are still usable."
Long Aotian remained silent. The matter of selecting a vessel for a deity's descent was something he had never disclosed to anyone.
A moment later.
"Grandfather."
A timid voice came from the side.
Long Aotian glanced over and saw Long Tianyun standing there, his face filled with unease. Instantly, Long Aotian's expression darkened further.
"You worthless fool!! How could you cause such trouble so soon after taking office?!"
"Now, the entire world is demanding your resignation as the Alliance Leader! No matter how many people I send to suppress the rumors, it won’t be enough!"
"And the data on Leng Qingqiu’s strength is completely inaccurate. There’s no way she’s just a Grand Master!"
"What exactly happened?"
Long Tianyun replied meekly, "Grandfather, according to rumors, Leng Qingqiu’s strength surpasses that of a Grand Master. They say she’s... at the Post-Grade realm."
"Post-Grade realm?"
Long Aotian’s expression shifted. What was this realm? Beyond Grand Master?
Ridiculous!
He sneered. No matter—things had already spiraled beyond repair.
With a cold tone, he ordered, "Hold a press conference immediately. Apologize and announce that Leng Qingqiu will replace you as the Alliance Leader."
Long Tianyun hesitated. "But—"
"Enough! You incompetent fool, just do as I say!"
"When the world believes Leng Qingqiu is fit to lead, I will release all the failed Anti-Demon Weapon experiments we’ve accumulated over the years!"
"Then, I’ll pin the blame on Leng Qingqiu. You’ll take charge of eliminating her. That way, you’ll regain the people’s trust!"
Long Tianyun’s face lit up with delight. "Thank you, Grandfather!"
"Hmph! One more thing—keep a close eye on Lin Yinyin. Ensure she remains unharmed!"
"Now, get out!"
"Yes!"
Long Tianyun turned and left.
Long Aotian watched the retreating figure of this descendant, who carried only a trace of his bloodline, and shook his head in disdain.
How could he have sired such an idiot?
But what no one knew was this:
The current Long Tianyun was no longer the same Long Tianyun as before.
In the shadows, unseen by anyone, Long Tianyun’s expression shifted from fearful unease to blank emptiness.
Like a puppet... controlled by invisible strings.
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Deep within the Demon-Forbidden Zone.
Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm and indifferent.
All preparations were in place.
Now, he only needed to wait for the right moment.
He had already pieced together most of the puzzle.
The sudden resurgence of Anti-Demon Weapon experiments.
The three family elders no longer showing signs of nearing their lifespans’ end.
All of this pointed to one conclusion:
The world’s restrictions had loosened, and deities could now descend through certain means.
Their targets were him and Leng Qingqiu. To eliminate potential threats, they would act personally.
Thus, Gu Yan deduced that they were likely trying to craft a suitable vessel for a deity’s descent using the Anti-Demon Weapons.
Long Aotian’s frustration—destroying the experimental data—confirmed it.
In the past, an unconscious Grand Master-level Anti-Demon Weapon would have been highly valued.
Yet... Long Aotian was unsatisfied.
Instead, he ordered Lin Yinyin—an outdated Anti-Demon Weapon from a century ago—to be protected.
Due to the experiments, Lin Yinyin’s strength was forever capped at the peak of the Master realm.
The three elders were already at the peak of the Grand Master realm, their lifespans extended once more.
This... completely contradicted their original goal of eternal life.
So, if they sought a perfect vessel not for immortality, and the world’s restrictions had loosened, allowing deities to descend...
All signs pointed to one truth:
A deity intended to descend into the mortal realm!
With only one vessel available, only one deity could manifest.
Though Gu Yan didn’t know which deity it would be...
He summoned a dagger and lightly traced it through the air.
Under his gaze, the "lines of life" of all things became visible.
As long as he could see the "lines"... even a deity could be slain!
But first, he needed more power.
He had already discreetly disseminated fragments of the "Abyssal Annihilation Art" to individuals with the potential to become "protagonists"—those blessed with fortune.
Now, he would accelerate the process, spreading the Abyssal Annihilation Art across the entire world!
Gu Yan sheathed the dagger and took a slow breath.
He could already feel the effects of his plan.
Currently, he stood at the peak of the Grand Master realm, just one step away from the Post-Grade realm.
Of course, such strength was insignificant compared to a deity at the Divine-Grade realm.
But...
If the deity descended into Lin Yinyin’s body... then he would have a chance to slay a god and absorb divine power!
This opportunity would come only once.
He could not afford to fail.
If the first step collapsed, the entire plan would unravel.

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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?"

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

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.”