Speedrun

"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.