"Let your power fly for a bit? Hahaha, is that all? Maybe you're strong, but I just won’t submit."
"Su Luo? A remnant of the Heavenly Demon Sect—you think you can still act as arrogantly as before?"
"Everyone, he no longer has the Heavenly Demon Sect backing him. Don’t any of you elders feel like teaching him a lesson?"
Su Luo’s displayed strength at the moment was only at the Void Refinement stage.
And among those present, there were plenty of Void Refinement experts.
"Heh." The Void Refinement experts merely chuckled.
Better save some energy for the Demon God’s inheritance. Why waste it now?
The gate hadn’t opened simply because the time hadn’t come yet. Once this secret realm was activated, it would inevitably open.
Suddenly, a shattering sound echoed.
The entrance to the Abyssal Secret Realm cracked, and then the cyan light shattered like a mirror.
"He… he actually did it!"
"How is this possible?!"
"No way! My senior brother died trying this—how could he break through so easily?"
Some were stunned, but the clever ones had already rushed toward the entrance without hesitation.
By the time others finished gasping in shock, they could’ve already entered the secret realm. Even if they couldn’t obtain the Demon God’s inheritance, they might still snatch some other treasures.
Yet, a sword blocked their path.
"Forward passage—denied!" Little Yu’s voice dripped with killing intent.
But to these centuries-old monsters, such juvenile bloodlust was nothing but a joke.
That was, until the sword lopped off the head of the one charging at the front.
Instantly, they no longer dared to underestimate her.
That had been the head of a Void Refinement expert.
Even Little Yu was surprised—she hadn’t expected to kill in a single strike.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
"Come at me together," Little Yu said.
She couldn’t allow anyone to interfere with Su Luo’s mission.
"You think we’re afraid of you? Ridiculous!"
For the treasures of the secret realm, taking risks was worth it.
They swarmed her.
Little Yu fought with all her might, but it was still a struggle.
Finally, one broke past her.
"Youngsters are so arrogant. If not for the secret realm, I’d have killed you."
But before he could finish speaking, a black-robed figure appeared before him—and with a single slash, cut him down.
Jiang Ningshu had made her move.
Her intervention stunned the others.
There was another expert here?!
Jiang Ningshu had thought Little Yu might struggle, but she’d planned to step in when necessary.
After all, it was Little Yu who needed the combat experience.
Su Luo strode toward the Abyssal Secret Realm without looking back. "I’ll leave this to you."
"Mm." Little Yu unleashed her killing intent once more.
This time, no one dared to belittle her.
"Don’t stop now! She’s just one person—what’s there to fear?"
"Are you blind? That black-robed one isn’t simple either."
"If two people scare you, just go home. The Demon God’s inheritance isn’t for you."
"Exactly. Any later, and Su Luo will take it all."
In the end, driven by greed, they lunged at Little Yu again.
......
Meanwhile, Su Luo entered the Abyssal Secret Realm and began speedrunning it.
In a typical scenario, one would have to navigate traps, puzzles, and schemes while competing against others.
Only after countless hardships could one obtain the damned inheritance.
But this Demon God’s inheritance was genuine—no trap, no possession. It was a true legacy left behind by the Demon God before death, a gift for future generations.
Pass the trials, and you’d gain real power.
It was this inheritance that had once elevated Su Luo to greatness, paving his path to becoming the Demon Lord.
Because in the end, the Demon Lord’s throne demanded overwhelming strength.
Traps and formations emerged one after another.
But to Su Luo, they were meaningless—his mastery of formations was already peerless.
With his familiarity of the secret realm, he soon reached the final trial.
Two Demon God’s constructs appeared.
One was fat, wielding immense strength.
The other was thin, moving with blinding speed.
Their forms were half-human, half-demon, radiating a sinister aura. They weren’t undead but rather puppets of some kind.
Their purpose was simple: test the challenger’s combat prowess. Without strength, one had no right to the inheritance.
The Demon God’s legacy wasn’t some cheap handout.
The two attacked simultaneously.
Su Luo activated a skill.
[Gaze Binding Art]
The thin construct, despite its speed, froze mid-motion right before Su Luo.
It flailed desperately but couldn’t touch him.
Then it switched tactics, attempting spells—proof of its superior combat instincts.
But Su Luo’s sword was already piercing through it.
A mere stab wasn’t enough to destroy it, though.
So Su Luo didn’t stop there.
His blade brimmed with sword energy, and without even swinging, countless slashes erupted from it—dicing the thin construct into pieces.
By then, the fat construct had finally lumbered into range.
Su Luo sidestepped.
[Void Hand]
A black hand materialized out of nowhere and punched the fat construct.
The impact wasn’t enough to knock it down, merely forcing it back a few steps.
Well, it was free energy—couldn’t complain.
Su Luo felt playful.
Hands in his pockets, he began dodging.
The fat construct’s strikes were powerful but slow.
Originally, it was meant to work in tandem with the thin one—speed to pin the target, strength to deliver the killing blow.
After evading a few times, Su Luo sighed. "Miscalculation. Should’ve kept the thin one alive."
Imagine: endless attacks, endless dodging.
If the enemy was fast enough, Su Luo could’ve become a thousand-handed monster.
This fat construct was just too sluggish.
Still, after twenty-something [Void Hands], it finally crumbled.
Not bad for free power.
With both constructs destroyed, Su Luo had passed the trial.
The secret realm trembled.
Then, a colossal phantom emerged from the ground.
It spoke slowly: "Congratulations. You have passed my trial. Thus, you are worthy of—"
Before it could finish, Su Luo interrupted.
"Sorry, but this time, I don’t need your inheritance."
With a single slash, he dispersed the phantom.
All that remained was an ancient token.
"This is enough."
It was proof that he’d claimed the Demon God’s legacy.
The secret realm began collapsing.
Su Luo made his exit.
He’d needed to come here, but his current strength was sufficient—no need for the inheritance’s boost.
Yet, the world had to believe Su Luo had gained power from the secret realm.
The inheritance wasn’t without cost. To rapidly ascend in strength, even a legacy demanded a terrible price.
In the original timeline, Su Luo had relied on the inheritance’s knowledge, only for his organs to rapidly fail. His power remained, but he was plagued by violent coughing fits—a living hell.
So this time, he’d pass.
As the secret realm crumbled, Su Luo emerged unscathed.
By now, Little Yu had dealt with over half the attackers, while Jiang Ningshu had cleaned up the stragglers.
They hadn’t finished yet—not because Little Yu was weak, but because Su Luo had truly speedrun the place.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
