What’s going on? The Beast Lord is in such a miserable state?
The onlookers found it hard to believe.
Who is this person? How are they so strong?
Is the Beast Lord just pretending?
Then again, Jiang Ningshu might have already worn him down significantly.
Regardless, this is good news for now.
A boon for humanity, but an absolute disaster for the beast army.
They grew even more frenzied, desperate to aid their lord.
Naturally, the humans wouldn’t let them interfere.
Meanwhile, the Grand Priest, locked in battle with Lin Xuan, was frantic. The Beast Lord was right there, yet he couldn’t lift a finger to help.
Su Luo released his grip, and the Beast Lord instantly felt all strength leave his body, collapsing to the ground.
He tried to rise, but his limbs refused to obey.
Su Luo took a few slow steps forward, looming over him with an icy gaze.
Even in this state, the Beast Lord refused to yield. His hatred for humanity transcended life and death.
Even if only his mouth remained, he’d tear a chunk of flesh from them.
"Nice glare," Su Luo remarked before delivering a brutal kick to the Beast Lord’s face, twisting it sideways.
The force was immense—his head spun multiple times, carving a small crater into the ground. Yet his body didn’t budge an inch, a testament to Su Luo’s precision.
Still, the Beast Lord clung to life, his head gradually righting itself—proof of the tenacious vitality of his divine beast bloodline.
But to Su Luo, he was just a slightly larger punching bag.
Su Luo raised his foot above the Beast Lord’s skull, dark energy coalescing around it.
Even as a void-like black, it radiated a terrifying brilliance.
No one doubted this strike would be lethal.
"I’m going to kill you now," Su Luo stated flatly.
He intensified the energy swirling around his foot, amplifying the spectacle—a clear warning to all that this was the end.
The Grand Priest panicked. "Stay out of my way!"
Lin Xuan roared back, "Your opponent is me!"
Both stood firm, their resolve unshakable.
Lin Xuan held his ground, unafraid of a fight to the death—after all, he’d never have come this far if he feared sacrifice.
Come on, Grand Priest. Put up a fight.
Su Luo sighed inwardly but maintained his slow, deliberate motion. "Total failure, huh? Both for the Beast Lord and your entire beast army."
The Beast Lord’s neck finally straightened, his words labored. "I’ll... never... let you go... even in death!"
"Evade now, my lord!" the Grand Priest urged.
The Beast Lord wished he could—but his body remained paralyzed.
"Sure, sure. Don’t let me go. I don’t mind." Su Luo’s foot twitched, barely lowering a fraction.
"Stop that foot!" The Grand Priest hurled his three sacred staves—his most prized artifacts—toward Su Luo.
Losing them was a small price to save the Beast Lord.
Yet Lin Xuan blurred forward, intercepting and clutching the staves with a crushing grip. "Oh no, you don’t!"
"Damn you! Damn you!" The Grand Priest was on the verge of madness.
Losing anyone else was tolerable—but not the Beast Lord.
Su Luo ignored the plea. "Goodbye, Beast Lord."
A surge of murderous intent made his seriousness unmistakable.
Yet Su Luo’s leg felt oddly stiff.
Well, not really. He could hold this pose for a decade if needed. The real issue was the Grand Priest’s lackluster effort.
His foot hovered, dark energy pulsing, descending at a glacial pace.
Su Luo was exasperated. I’m practically spoon-feeding you a chance here. Take the hint.
To the Grand Priest, though, this wasn’t leniency—it was the calm before an earth-shattering strike, one meant to obliterate the Beast Lord’s formidable body.
Despair gripped the Grand Priest. He couldn’t bear to witness his lord’s demise.
In this critical moment, a solution flashed in his mind.
But...
His heart settled on the answer without hesitation, memories flooding in—youthful days, struggles, triumphs.
"Hey, you’ll become the Beast Lord and lead us out of the wastelands, right?"
"Of course! I’m strong—stronger than any beast alive!"
"Ha! I’ll look forward to that day."
......
"You’ve grown even stronger."
"Yeah. I can feel it—this is our era, the age of beasts."
"I’ll support you with everything I have."
"And I’ll need every bit of it."
......
"I’ve claimed the title of Beast Lord. Now, let’s prepare."
"I’ve been ready since the day you first spoke of it."
......
"Listen... if we fail in the end—"
"Stop. The Beast Lord shouldn’t say such things. We won’t fail. You’re too strong for that."
"Just for today, let me say it. If we fail... I want you to live."
"No. You must survive."
"Grand Priest, the beast army needs you more than me."
"That’s not true. You’re our faith incarnate."
"I’m just a brute. Half those ‘Ten Forbidden Arts’ are beyond me, and—"
The Beast Lord listed every reason the Grand Priest was irreplaceable.
"Another Beast Lord can rise. But a priest of your talent? Centuries might pass before another appears. Live. Give our kind another chance."
"My lord..."
"Promise me this, Grand Priest. My final request."
......
In the Grand Priest’s eyes, the proud visage of the Beast Lord overlapped with his current broken form.
"BEAST LORD!!!"
His scream tore through the battlefield, raw and desperate.
The Beast Lord met his gaze.
The Grand Priest abandoned all defense, allowing Lin Xuan’s strikes to land. Yet he smiled—an eerie, peaceful expression.
"I’ve always believed in you. You’ll lead us to victory."
His voice was softer than ever—a farewell.
As his words faded, blood erupted from the Grand Priest’s body.
Distant runes from the wastelands linked to the Beast Lord, their bonds unbreakable.
The remnants of the Totem Altars poured their power into him.
The Grand Priest’s ancient chant continued, his life force draining rapidly.
A mysterious energy enveloped the Beast Lord.
Still immobilized, the Beast Lord’s face twisted in unprecedented despair, his head thrashing. "No, no, no, NO—!"
The Grand Priest didn’t stop.
Lin Xuan assaulted him futilely—no attack could halt the ritual now.
Soon, the light faded from the Grand Priest’s eyes.
His lips moved soundlessly.
I suppose... I’ll die unsatisfied, never seeing you at your peak.
But don’t look so grim, my lord. You’re meant to win this. Smile for me.
I'm sorry we couldn't make it to the end together, but I have no regrets.
Goodbye.
From now on, it's all up to you.
. 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!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
【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.)
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.”
