The people in the Soul Return Valley were undoubtedly afraid of Su Luo, and their resentment toward him had gradually faded. However, they had no fear of others, and many had been stuck in the valley for quite some time, growing increasingly bored.
They wanted to go out, pillage, and find some excitement.
But they couldn’t leave.
Some began attempting to break Su Luo’s formations—after all, Su Luo had never forbidden them from trying.
Yet it was useless. Every attempt ended in failure.
To alleviate their boredom, some had already turned their malice toward their own companions.
"Provoke me? You must have a death wish."
"Indeed, I do. Will you grant it?"
"Arrogant. You’re in no position to act so high and mighty here."
Most of them came from different backgrounds, so conflicts were inevitable.
Similar incidents had happened far too often. If they were lucky, the loser would only be injured. If not, death was the outcome.
And Su Luo didn’t intervene. He hadn’t appointed anyone to maintain order, so they realized there were no consequences for their actions.
Thus, chaos only grew worse.
At this moment, Su Luo was leisurely reclining on a lounge chair.
No one dared disturb him here. Even the slightest noise near his quarters would bring misfortune.
Little Yu was diligently cultivating, aware that she still had a long way to go—especially compared to Jiang Ningshu.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ningshu lay beside Su Luo, also lounging.
Previously, they each had their own chair, but now only one remained.
Jiang Ningshu had grown accustomed to sticking close to Su Luo, though their closeness never went beyond that.
"Are you really fine with leaving them unchecked like this?"
Even Jiang Ningshu felt they would eventually rebel. But wasn’t Su Luo relying on them?
"You’re right. I’ll give them something to do soon."
Su Luo certainly wouldn’t let them kill each other off. He wasn’t running some survival-of-the-fittest experiment.
He just hadn’t bothered dealing with them yet.
"So, are we just going to spend our days like this?" Jiang Ningshu asked.
The Soul Return Valley had little to offer. In the past, Jiang Ningshu could have easily passed the time.
But with Su Luo around, she felt they should explore new places and seek out some excitement.
"Things are about to get busy," Su Luo said, glancing at the sky. "Speak of the devil."
Suddenly, the forest erupted in chaos. The thunderous sound of massive footsteps shook the earth, accompanied by the roars of countless beasts.
In an instant, the entire valley trembled.
"What’s happening?"
Through her senses, Jiang Ningshu detected the frenzied movements of beasts outside, all surging toward a single direction.
A small-scale beast tide had formed.
Of course, Su Luo’s area was the only inhabited part of the valley, protected by formations. The beast tide posed no threat here.
Su Luo explained, "The Beast Lord has broken through, awakening his ancient demon-god bloodline. The beasts are paying homage."
"Isn’t that bad news?"
The Beast Lord resided in the desolate lands far to the north. If his breakthrough could be sensed even here, the implications were terrifying.
Of course, Jiang Ningshu only considered it "bad" for others. To her, it was hardly a concern.
At her peak, the Beast Lord might not even be her match.
But the Beast Lord commanded an army of beasts, while Jiang Ningshu had few allies by her side.
"Indeed, it’s bad—but only temporarily." Su Luo remained entirely unruffled.
He knew that, in the end, Lin Xuan would lead humanity to victory.
"So we do nothing?"
"Oh, we will. We’re heading north again."
"North? Fine by me."
"But before that, there’s one thing to take care of."
Meanwhile, the others in the valley also sensed the disturbance outside.
The beasts were in turmoil.
"What’s going on? Did the Demon Lord cause this?"
"Not sure. Doesn’t seem like a good sign."
"Maybe the Demon Lord is herding the beasts in for us to play with?"
Speculations ran wild, but all were wrong. Their strength was insufficient to detect the Beast Lord’s breakthrough.
The next moment, Su Luo appeared before them.
"Time won’t wait for us. We must further elevate our cultivation."
Su Luo wasted no words, tossing down a scripture titled Demon God Scripture.
The crowd stared in confusion. What kind of technique was this? It looked extraordinary.
Su Luo explained, "This is a powerful auxiliary technique from the Demon God’s legacy. Cultivating it will greatly enhance the effects of your demonic arts."
"Next, the beast tide will keep the righteous factions occupied. We’ll use this opportunity to train harder. Once they’ve dealt with the beasts, it will be our time to rise."
As Su Luo finished speaking, cheers erupted below.
"Good! No problem!"
"We’ll give it our all!"
"Demon Lord! We follow your command without question!"
Truthfully, they didn’t fully grasp the situation—what beast tide? What was this Demon God Scripture? Was it even useful?
But they had learned one thing since arriving here: no matter what Su Luo said, they would cheer. Unwavering support was mandatory.
The consequences of dissent were too dire.
After their cheers, they began attempting to cultivate the Demon God Scripture.
Soon, those with higher aptitude discovered its benefits. It truly accelerated the circulation of their demonic energy, boosting their cultivation speed.
Their efficiency more than doubled.
Moreover, when executing techniques, the scripture not only sped up their attacks but also drastically reduced demonic energy consumption.
There were many other advantages, all tailored to demonic cultivation.
Incredible!
The Demon God Scripture was a treasure!
They looked at Su Luo with gratitude.
To share such a technique so generously—they now declared themselves willing followers of Su Luo. Anyone who dared speak ill of him would face death.
"Demon Lord! Demon Lord! Demon Lord!"
More and more voices chanted his name.
All prior grievances vanished in an instant.
What complaint could outweigh the gift of this scripture?
Su Luo nodded at their satisfaction, yet a faint, eerie smile played on his lips.
Would they still be so joyous if they knew the true nature of the Demon God Scripture?
This was no benevolent gift. It was merely a supplementary technique for the Demon God Absorption Art.
Those who cultivated the Demon God Absorption Art could freely drain the cultivation of those who practiced the Demon God Scripture.
Yes, that was the setup.
The longer one cultivated the scripture, the more energy could be harvested.
So who cultivated the Demon God Absorption Art?
In the original storyline, it was Su Luo.
Thus, this group was nothing more than his reserve stock—tools prepared for his eventual rematch with Lin Xuan.
Without such ruthless methods, how could Su Luo, with his innate limitations, ever hope to catch up to Lin Xuan?
Though in this life, Su Luo had no intention of practicing the Demon God Absorption Art, the scripture still gave him leverage over these people.
Then again, his current strength was already enough to deal with them. The scripture was hardly necessary.
Well, giving them something to cultivate would at least keep them in line.
After all, he had a journey north ahead of him.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
