Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

A silent, moonless night.

A brief moment of peace returned to Yongzhou City.

The wind rustled, as if someone were whispering in the cold high sky.

At the top of that towering tower, in the open temple, a statue of a deity, gleaming with a faint light, sat serenely.

The incense and candles below the stage flickered, and the wisps of smoke suddenly trembled slightly.

"Did you mess up?"

An old voice let out a mocking laugh.

He seemed to have been asleep for many years, or like a decaying thing on its deathbed, his speech was slurred and unclear, yet filled with resentment and malice.

How are you still alive?

A moment later, a slightly flippant voice rang out, as if somewhat surprised: "I thought you were nothing but chaos left."

If these two short sentences were to fall into the ears of a few people who knew the inside story from many years ago, they would surely stir up a huge storm in their hearts.

Not only did Prince Qi harbor rebellious intentions, but he actually gained the upper hand!

He launched a counterattack against his ancestor as a descendant of immortals, thus shattering the perception that immortals were invincible.

If He were to accomplish this, He would undoubtedly be the number one person, not only in Yongzhou, but even in the entire Hengshui Xian lineage.

"Of course I'm still alive..."

"What goes around comes around. All the things you did to me will come back to haunt you one by one."

"This is just the beginning, you just wait and see!"

It's a pity that the Night Wanderer has no physical body, otherwise his expression would be even more ferocious than that of a demon.

That felt great! It was so incredibly satisfying!

This self-proclaimed young master, yet vicious dog that turned against its master, never imagined that one day it too would be betrayed by its own split soul.

After a long silence, a slightly trembling low laugh suddenly echoed from the void.

"Heh heh."

Young Master Qi seemed to find it extremely amusing, and his laughter grew increasingly grating.

I used to think that the sage was aloof and superior, but it turns out that he can also curse like a shrew. What right does this sore old man have to occupy a high position?

"You don't need to try to provoke me." Young Master Qi laughed until he was exhausted, then finally stopped, saying with a playful tone, "No one gets angry at a piece of rotten flesh."

In His eyes, the Night Wanderers of today are no different from rotting flesh, things that should have been eliminated long ago and swept into the river of time along with filth and excrement.

"I am willing to accept defeat. Even if I am defeated one day, I will never throw a tantrum like you."

"Besides, aren't you misunderstanding something?"

In the hazy, empty land, a handsome young man slowly raised his head, his spotless white robes fluttering slightly.

She looked like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting.

He looked ahead with a half-smile and said seriously, "Is it possible that what you perceive as an accident was actually something I arranged in advance?"

Even Master Qi could not possibly calculate the full details of what would happen decades later.

But one thing is true.

From the very beginning, he firmly believed that in this battle of souls, which was like raising poisonous insects, Lin Shu would be the ultimate winner, while He Wanbai would be the unexpected one.

Because Young Master Qi had never seen such a perfect heart.

The Dao patterns moving within that heart even instilled in him, a man who had always been proud, an indescribable fear.

No one knows how much courage he mustered when he decided to dig out that heart, to the point that his hands trembled and were covered in sweat.

But now it seems that the adventure was worthwhile.

Even setting aside the future use of this Dao Heart, the experience of rising from humble beginnings to successfully unify the demons of Yongzhou and become a king in the cracks between the two immortal sects is already extremely worthwhile.

"I've been a descendant of immortals for so many years, and I'm about to become a half-immortal. Now, I'm also taking the role of a demon king."

"Tsk tsk, what else could this be but a rumor?"

Young Master Qi breathed a long sigh of relief, completely satisfied.

Having been stuck in this clay body for so many years with a dull and boring old man, he was almost driven crazy by the suffocation.

"To be honest, I'm actually quite wary of your immortal status."

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"Immortality is extremely tempting, but I'm also afraid that this thing might be some kind of prison, so I've prepared an alternative for myself in advance."

Besides this clay statue, he also needs a physical body to continue walking in the world.

No matter which side has a problem, there will still be room for maneuver.

"Now it's time to reclaim what I've experienced."

The white-robed youth's illusory figure slowly stood up and chuckled, "At this level, if I continue to let that fake person walk the world under my identity, it will inevitably cause a lot of laughs."

He turned and walked away, leaving only the words light and airy: "Don't be impatient. Once I've finished this matter, it will be the day you, old man, close your eyes for the last time."

"..."

The blurry outline trembled slightly: "I shouldn't have let you see those things in the first place. You were too greedy and too audacious!"

Back then, Young Master Qi did indeed collect a lot of offerings for himself, which earned him more favor.

So much so that even the jade tablet concerning the succession of celestial officials was secretly read clean by the other party when they found an opportunity.

The contents of the jade disc weren't really any secrets.

It's simply that a certain immortal made a mistake and was banished to the underworld, where a certain half-immortal took over his immortal body.

In the eyes of the immortals, this was just a normal change of position.

However, in Young Master Qi's eyes, he noticed something amiss.

The immortal being is said to be immortal and indestructible, referring to the clay statue of the deity, but the soul within it can be replaced.

With just this little bit of information, the other side dared to plot a rebellion and even managed to bring in Yuan Yuan as an ally as quickly as possible.

"Such greed will surely bring you great calamity!" The Night Wanderer could only utter his final curses as he watched the other party walk out of this void.

"whispering sound."

Upon hearing this, a dismissive, scornful laugh echoed from the void.

"It is precisely because I possess this unparalleled greed that I have been able to drive you bunch of incompetent old codgers away."

"Ancestor, it's time to abdicate."

As the words fell, the chill in Yongzhou City suddenly intensified.

The smoke from the temple quickly dissipated.

The slightly hazy, dark statue gradually became clearer.

On his lifeless face, his round eyes, which seemed to be polished from black iron, suddenly shone with luster.

The immortal has opened his eyes!

In an instant, His entire body trembled almost imperceptibly, His hard skin quickly transformed into smooth fur, and His armor gently collided, producing a crisp sound.

The eerie light faded, revealing the true form of the white wolf.

He stood upright, reaching a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), almost bursting the entire temple apart.

His entire being was imposing and awe-inspiring, with moonlight gathering in his eyes, radiating a captivating silver glow. He exuded gusts of eerie wind, as if he were a creature emerging from the ground.

Splash! Splash!

Thick iron chains were wrapped around the arms of the Xuanjia White Wolf. These were the magical artifacts of the underworld officials, used to guide the souls of the dead in the mortal world.

He simply stood there quietly, yet naturally rose above all living beings.

But soon, a mocking smile, somewhat incongruous with his stern and indifferent wolf face, appeared.

"Is this the incense you've saved?"

"Wow, that's a lot."

The night-wandering deity smiled wryly and looked up at the sky.

Where only He could see, there was countless golden light.

Young Master Qi couldn't quite understand why immortals, despite their seemingly endless lifespans, all acted like misers.

It would be a waste not to spend money if you have it.

Now that this money is in my hands, compared to the vague prospect of a promotion, I should first do everything I want to do.

Thank you.

He smiled cruelly, ignoring the cries of agony echoing in his mind, and disappeared into the white mist.

Yongzhou, your immortal has returned!

……

As time passed and dawn broke, the vast city of Yongzhou was once again filled with people.

Using this light, the soldiers who had been patrolling all night rubbed their tired eyes and stretched their arms, only to be stunned into place as if struck by lightning.

The towering pagoda and the open temple on all sides were now completely empty.

The smoke dissipated.

The statue that protected the nine provinces disappeared without a trace.

"An immortal has descended to earth!"

A deafening roar erupted, spreading like waves.

Subsequently, the entire city became restless.

What major event has occurred in Yongzhou that requires the personal intervention of a half-life immortal?

Could it be that yet another prodigy from a celestial sect has fallen?

At the same time as the mortal world was in turmoil, apart from Yu Sheng, the only remaining prodigy from the Qi and Yu families had already abandoned the city and secretly returned to his clan.

In the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Yu Zhanming stood uneasily in front of a cave dwelling.

These days, he has been subjected to quite a few strange looks.

The mountains and rivers of the clan are for retirement, not a place for a prodigy to stay.

His ignominious return was tantamount to handing over the position of the Yu family's protégé to Yu Sheng, which was undoubtedly a betrayal to the clansmen who supported him.

But Yu Zhanming did not feel any regret.

The struggle for fame and even resources is only meaningful if one can preserve one's life.

He will not be able to sleep peacefully as long as the little demon king lives.

"Ancestor Tongxuan has already descended the mountain; let's hold on for a few more days."

Yu Zhanming murmured words of comfort to himself.

He always felt that something was wrong with Yu Sheng. Putting aside her strange growth rate, he just wanted to ask one question: why was she not afraid?

It should be noted that Anren is the largest prefecture closest to Longjizhang.

Could it be that this woman, who has never even been home for a single day, is already prepared to die for her family?

Are you kidding me!

Given the current unclear situation, he is more concerned about his own safety than about empty fame.

Once the Ancestor Tongxuan has gained something, everything will be alright again.

Actually, he wasn't the only one waiting for news.

None of the Azure Phoenixes in the clan had ever witnessed the younger generation of the immortal sects being suppressed by demons and evil spirits.

They were also waiting for news of the little demon king's death, so much so that the atmosphere throughout the mountains and rivers was somewhat somber.

Suddenly, golden ripples appeared in the sky.

"They're here!"

Yu Zhanming suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining.

Everyone knows why the Tongxuan Ancestor was different from other predecessors and ultimately chose to stay in Yongzhou.

It wasn't that the other party was nostalgic, but rather that this ancestor had taken a shortcut when he entered the Nascent Soul stage.

While relying on the power of incense offerings, Yu Tongxuan was also bound by them.

To be precise, he has become part of the mountain god, and with the mountain god's consent, he naturally has the authority to mobilize some of the incense offerings.

Unfortunately, the ripples came quickly and went quickly.

In an instant, the world returned to calm.

This scene was so bizarre that it was completely incomprehensible.

The blue phoenixes stared blankly.

Under normal circumstances, given the strength of the Tongxuan Ancestor, even if he were to encounter a minor demon king, he wouldn't need to resort to incense offerings.

But it has already been put into use, so why was it stopped immediately?

Surely it couldn't be that they encountered a powerful enemy and tried to retaliate with incense offerings, only to be instantly suppressed.

The people from different ethnic groups exchanged smiles, but they could all see how forced and stiff the smiles were.

The numerous messages that have recently come back from the mortal world have made them somewhat suspicious, and they can't help but feel uneasy at the slightest disturbance.

"I'm planning to... go out and take care of some things..."

Someone cleared their throat, then lowered their head and walked down the mountain without saying a word.

If even Yu Tongxuan cannot resolve this matter, then the Mountain God will surely send out more people to consolidate his control over the incense offerings in Yongzhou.

Yongzhou is no longer suitable for retirement; on the contrary, it is extremely dangerous.

Such ethnic groups are not isolated cases.

Yu Zhanming watched as figures descended the mountain one after another, not daring to head towards Yongzhou, but instead fleeing towards the more unfamiliar Da Shun.

He suddenly found it all utterly absurd.

The Yu family has been stationed in Yongzhou for many years and is a true local power. Now, in front of a so-called minor demon king in the Golden Core realm, they are showing signs of scattering like birds and beasts.

A vast immortal sect is about to be shattered by a single demon lord?!

In the past, anyone who dared to say such a thing would probably be ridiculed for life, but now it is happening right before his eyes.

"Mountain God!"

Yu Zhanming, looking dazed, slowly walked to a green mountain.

He couldn't understand why, even if the other party was an unapproachable deity, they were merely tools created by the other party to amass wealth.

But now that they've been forced into this situation, why is the other side still so calm and collected?

Are we just going to abandon the incense offerings from the nine prefectures?

What about the so-called bottom line of immortals and gods?

Under Yu Zhanming's gaze, the stone skin between the green mountains gradually fell away, and a pair of rough stone eyes actually appeared on the towering peak.

However, those eyes did not look down the mountain, nor did they pay attention to the direction of Anren Prefecture.

It was actually gazing towards Yongzhou City.

"You're finally out."

An indifferent voice echoed through the clouds.

Then, those eyes casually swept over Yu Zhanming at the foot of the mountain, without any emotion, and quickly looked away after only a moment.

For decades, the Mountain God has been pondering the same question.

That is, what exactly happened to the Night Wanderer?

Whether they are descendants of immortals or demon cultivators, could they possibly possess methods that pose a threat to immortals?

This is the only thing the mountain god cares about.

He waited patiently until he figured out the problem.

Waiting for the group of "parties involved" to appear.

As for these important matters for the immortal descendants, such as demon kings and prodigies, they are nothing more than insignificant specks of dust in the eyes of a half-life immortal with a long lifespan.

Don't even mention the Little Demon King; he's a nobody.

"..."

Yu Zhanming swallowed hard.

He didn't actually understand what the Mountain God was referring to.

But under that casual glance, he suddenly came to a new understanding of the "gravity" unique to immortals.

That's not just a difference in cultivation level, but a fundamental difference in the level of life!

"It's finally going to get better."

Yu Zhanming leaned against the foot of the mountain, feeling somewhat exhausted. As he wiped away the sweat, he smiled with lingering fear.

Beneath this massive wave, the things we fear will be crushed silently, like bugs under rolling wheels.