Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

Tongtian Peak, or now it should be called Demon Peak.

The once blessed land of immortals is now completely shrouded in black demonic energy.

Li Fan sat casually on the mountaintop.

A person was kneeling at his feet.

It was none other than Jian Wuchen, the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had previously led the attack on the demonic dragon.

This peerless swordsman, renowned throughout the cultivation world and whose sword light chilled nineteen provinces, was now trembling like a dead dog, not even having the courage to raise his head.

His natal flying sword had become the demonic dragon's snack, and his cultivation was completely suppressed by Li Fan, leaving him unable to move even a finger.

"Spare me...spare my life..."

Jian Wuchen's voice was hoarse and filled with fear.

He's lived for three thousand years, what storms hasn't he seen?

In a world rife with demons and monsters, he was a powerful figure in the battles between good and evil.

But facing the man before him, he felt as if he were facing not a human being, or even a demon.

Rather, it was a natural disaster that was incomprehensible and impossible to resist.

The terror that surged from the depths of his soul completely broke him down.

Li Fan ignored his pleas for mercy.

He was fiddling with a jade slip in his hand.

That was taken from Jian Wuchen's storage ring and contained the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword, the highest mental cultivation method of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"This thing can be called swordsmanship?"

Li Fan casually crushed the jade slip into powder.

"Too rough."

"Its basic application efficiency is less than ten percent, yet it dares to call itself a supreme skill?"

He patted the jade powder off his hands and his gaze fell on Jian Wuchen.

"I have no interest in your techniques."

"But I'm very interested in this world."

Li Fan extended his hand.

"Soul Search".

Li Fan uttered two words softly.

He spread his five fingers and placed them directly on Jian Wuchen's crown.

An extremely domineering divine sense rushed into Jian Wuchen's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Jian Wuchen let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and his body convulsed violently.

His consciousness was torn apart in an instant, and all his memories, emotions, and secrets were forcibly extracted and flooded into Li Fan's mind.

Li Fan closed his eyes and quickly scanned the information.

The memories spanning three thousand years are immense.

But in front of Li Fan's brain, which had devoured the origin of the Heavenly Dao, this was something that could be seen in just a few seconds.

The image flashed by rapidly.

Jian Wuchen's life unfolded before Li Fan's eyes.

From joining a sect to mastering swordsmanship, then slaying demons and monsters, and finally becoming the sect leader...

None of this matters.

Li Fan filtered out the trivial grudges and affections, and directly searched for information about the core secrets of this world.

Finally, he found something interesting.

The scene is frozen a thousand years ago.

At that time, Jian Wuchen was the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

That day, a golden crack appeared in the sky.

It is not the gate to heaven for ascension.

Rather, it is the light of guidance.

Several figures radiating golden light descended from the sky.

They call themselves messengers from the upper realm.

They are incredibly powerful and can suppress the strongest people of the time with just a wave of their hand.

Instead of wreaking havoc, they summoned the leaders of the major sects and issued a decree.

"Every thousand years, the upper realm will open a channel to select those with exceptional aptitude to ascend."

"In exchange, you must offer spiritual energy."

The so-called spiritual essence is the purest primordial power of this world, as well as the souls of those exceptionally talented disciples.

Those chosen ascendants never went to any celestial realm.

Instead, they were taken away by these messengers and became...

"A furnace or cauldron?"

Li Fan opened his eyes and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I see."

"What about ascending to immortality in the cultivation world?"

"It's nothing more than a captive breeding farm."

He let go.

Jian Wuchen collapsed to the ground, now completely idiotic.

His soul was completely shattered, leaving only a still-breathing shell.

"The Supreme God... the Reincarnator..."

Li Fan stood up from the throne, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the vast land below.

Through Jian Wuchen's memories, he has roughly figured out the truth of this world.

This is a resource plane numbered Xuanhuang.

It belongs to the Main God Space.

Those so-called messengers from the upper realm are actually the reincarnation squads under the command of the main god.

They descend once every thousand years, not only to harvest resources but also to select promising individuals to replenish the cycle of reincarnation and become new reincarnators.

The native monks of this world grow like leeks, one crop after another, only to be harvested.

They cultivated themselves desperately, thinking they could defy fate and change their destiny, but all they did was make themselves fatter so that the main god could eat them more happily.

"What a show!"

Li Fan sighed.

"He's fooled so many people and acted for so many years."

"What a pity about this supreme god."

A red glint flashed in his eyes.

Angry? No, more excited.

Since this is the Lord God's back garden and his granary.

If this place is destroyed, that damn god would be heartbroken, right?

"Since it's a field of leeks..."

Li Fan raised his palm, and a ball of black demonic energy was slowly condensing in his palm.

That is the power of the Yin fish in the Tai Chi wheel, representing devouring, assimilation, and depravity.

"Then let me cut it off first."

"It just so happens that my Demon God Guard is short of manpower."

Li Fan crushed the demonic energy in his hand.

boom!!!

The black shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the center of Demon Peak.

This time it's not just simple destruction.

It is erosion, not erosion.

The world has been corrupted by demons.

The once clear sky over Zhongzhou suddenly darkened.

It was a layer of black mist.

The black mist silently and instantly covered the sky for tens of thousands of miles.

The sunlight was blocked, and the earth was shrouded in gloom.

The protective formations of various sects lit up in an attempt to block the strange black mist.

But it didn't work.

This black mist is not ordinary miasma; it contains the power of higher-dimensional laws.

Tianjian Sect.

Although the sect leader's fate is unknown, tens of thousands of disciples still remain stationed within the sect.

They were looking at the sky in terror.

"What is that?"

"Demonic energy? Has the demonic path launched an attack?"

"Activate the sect's protective formation immediately!"

One of the elders who remained behind shouted loudly.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's protective mountain formation, the Myriad Swords Returning to the Sect Formation, was activated instantly, with ten thousand sword energies soaring into the sky, attempting to shatter the black mist.

As a result, the black mist passed through the sword energy and the light barrier and landed directly inside the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate.

It seeped into the body of every disciple.

"Ah! What is this?!"

One of the disciples cried out in surprise.

He discovered a black line on his arm that was writhing like a living thing.

Followed by.

He felt the spiritual energy within his body begin to boil and change.

The originally righteous and peaceful Taoist energy has transformed into demonic energy at this moment!

This transformation did not cause him any pain.

Instead, it made him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort and power.

His cultivation level is skyrocketing.

Early stage of Foundation Building... Middle stage... Late stage...

In just a few breaths, he broke through the bottleneck and reached the Golden Core stage.

"strength…..…"

The disciple's eyes changed.

His once clear eyes were now filled with fervor and obsession.

It was a yearning for power and a worship of the one who granted him that power.

It wasn't just him.

Tens of thousands of disciples throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect are experiencing the same changes.

Strange demonic patterns appeared on their skin, and their aura became cold and violent.

But their minds did not disappear.

They didn't turn into zombies who only knew how to kill.

in contrast.

Their thinking became clearer and more extreme.

An idea popped into their minds.

"Submit to the Demon Lord."

"I will give everything to the Demon Lord."

The elder was still trying to resist.

He was a powerful being in the Integration Stage, and his unwavering Dao heart was still struggling to hold on.

"Guard your resolve! This is a demon within! Don't let it bewitch you!"

He sat cross-legged, chanting incantations in an attempt to dispel the demonic energy within his body.

But at that moment...

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

It was that disciple who had just broken through to the Golden Core stage.

"Elder."

The disciple's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling devotion.

"Why resist?"

"The Demon Lord has given us new life."

"This is the true path."

The elder opened his eyes.

He looked around.

Countless eyes were fixed on him.

Those disciples who had once treated him with utmost respect now had no reverence in their eyes, only a coldness as if they were looking at an outsider.

"you…...…"

The elder felt a chill in his heart.

Before he could finish speaking...

The disciple's sword had already pierced his chest.

puff.

Blood splattered.

The elder stared in disbelief at the sword lodged in his chest.

"For...the Demon Lord."

The disciple drew his sword with a sacred smile on his face.

"Those who are disloyal will be killed."

The same scene played out in every corner of Central State.

Pill Tower, Divine Talisman Sect, Valley of a Hundred Flowers…

Those once lofty and prestigious sects crumbled instantly under the corrosive influence of demonic energy.

But this is not destruction.

Rather, it is rebirth.

A distorted rebirth.

Those cultivators corrupted by demons still retain their memories and cultivation techniques from their previous lives.

But their beliefs changed.

They no longer believed in the Way of Heaven and pursued ascension.

Their only faith was in the man who sat atop the Demon Peak.

Li Fan.

…......

The demon is at the summit.

Li Fan nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the ever-expanding black area below.

"The efficiency is not bad."

He could sense it.

As the demonic energy spread, countless streams of faith power continuously converged upon him.

These powers of faith, transformed through the Tai Chi wheel, became the purest spiritual energy, nourishing his soul.

Not only that.

He can also perceive the movements of the entire world through these believers.

Every pair of eyes tainted by the demon is his surveillance.

His mouth, tainted by the demon, became his mouthpiece.

"Owner."

A voice rang behind him.

Ye Qingcheng knelt on the ground, her head bowed, her expression extremely respectful.

She too was corrupted by the demon.

As the number one slave to whom Li Fan personally planted the demonic seed, her transformation was the most thorough.

Although she was still wearing that blood-stained white dress, her demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

She was no longer the aloof and arrogant empress.

Instead, she is a bewitching, dangerous, and absolutely loyal witch.

A black lotus mark appeared between her eyebrows.

That is the mark of a demon slave.

"Those sects have been basically brought under control."

Ye Qingcheng reported to the leadership.

"But there are still a few stubborn old fogies hiding in the secret realm and refusing to come out."

"For example, the Buddha's light at Wanfo Temple has a certain restraining effect on demonic energy."

"Wanfo Temple?"

Li Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Is that the place that claims to save all living beings?"

"Yes."

"I heard there's an old monk there who has lived for five thousand years and has attained the status of a golden-bodied Arhat; he's quite capable."

Li Fan smiled.

"A golden-bodied Arhat?"

"Sounds pretty tough."

"I also wanted to test whether this newly created demonic energy could break through that so-called Buddha's light."

He stood up.

The Tai Chi wheel behind him slowly rotated.

"Pass down the order."

"Have those newly converted believers gather at Wanfo Temple."

"Since they don't want to become demons."

"Then let's send them to the Western Paradise to see Buddha."

A red light flashed in Li Fan's eyes.

"I also want to see if their Buddhist teachings are truly boundless."

"My power is still unmatched."

"Yes."

A bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Ye Qingcheng's eyes.

She was once a leader of the righteous path and held Wanfo Temple in high esteem.

But now.

She just wanted to twist off the heads of those bald monks and offer them to her master to kick around like a ball.

This is what makes the Demonic Influence so terrifying.

It changes more than just the body.

It further distorts the soul.