My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

"Lord of the Mysterious Fiend Ruins! Today is the day you die!"

A deafening roar echoed through the Ruins of Chaos, spoken by a giant lizard covered in dark purple scales.

Its voice was filled with endless resentment, and the chaotic demonic energy churning around it transformed into a sky-covering demonic flame that swept towards the lonely figure in front of it.

Wherever the demonic flames passed, the light in the void was burned, distorted, and scattered.

At the edge of the demonic flames, a tall figure stood silently.

A dark gold black iron demon mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of extremely indifferent eyes.

The mask was engraved with three ferocious blood-red lines, faintly gleaming with a chilling light.

Gu Changyuan stared at the demonic flames rushing towards him without the slightest panic, as if what was coming at him was not a world-destroying fire powerful enough to tear apart an ordinary Chaos expert, but merely a wisp of insignificant smoke.

The environment of the Chaotic Ruins is extremely harsh. It is a crevice between the myriad worlds, and everywhere is a thick, impenetrable darkness.

Occasionally, a faint ray of light would seep through the chaotic cracks, only to be completely swallowed up in the next instant by fragments of meteorites that drifted in from nowhere.

There are no rules in the world; space is sometimes distorted and sometimes broken.

Those creatures that managed to survive here could only dwell in exposed meteorite debris; a single misstep could send them plunging into the deeper abyss of chaos, leaving not even a trace of their remains.

Gu Changyuan's gaze swept over the Chaos Giant Lizard that was fighting to the death, and a mocking smile curled up behind the ghost mask.

A deep voice echoed in the deathly silence of the ruins, carrying the chilling weight of a thousand years of bloodshed:

"A thousand years have passed, and you are still so overestimating yourselves."

The moment he finished speaking, he didn't even use any weapon; he simply raised his right hand casually, his five fingers loosely clenched.

Boom!

The demonic flames, powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth, solidified in an instant, then shattered like glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

The giant lizard that had been clamoring to kill him didn't even have time to let out a scream before its entire body was crushed into a cloud of blood mist, like an ant gripped by an invisible force, amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking.

One move, instant kill.

In the surrounding void, dozens of figures with different auras had gathered without anyone noticing.

Gu Changyuan glanced at them indifferently, his gaze passing through the Xuan Tie Ghost Mask, carrying the murderous aura accumulated over a thousand years of slaughter, causing the onlookers to shiver and subconsciously shrink back.

He ignored them, reached into the chaos, and with a single grab, took all the spoils from defeating the giant lizard.

For thousands of years, he had become accustomed to this life—killing, plundering, and cultivating, in an endless cycle.

In the chaotic ruins, there is no alternation of day and night; time is blurred here.

"Judging by the time, it's probably been... 1,100 years."

Gu Changyuan muttered to himself.

So much time has passed since I was sucked into this place by that spatial rift.

The Celestial Human Sect, Celestial Demon Sect, and Celestial Demon Sect that he personally founded—those three small sects that initially only had ten founding disciples—should still exist now, right?

Before Gu Changyuan was swept into this godforsaken place by that abrupt spatial rift, he had transmigrated to a cultivation world called the Nine Heavens Realm and awakened a system.

The system's function is very simple: he only needs to establish a sect and recruit disciples to improve his cultivation level, and the extent of the improvement depends on the talent and cultivation level of the disciples under his sect.

Disciples' talents are divided into eleven levels, from zero to ten. Gu Changyuan can obtain a certain amount of the disciple's current cultivation level based on the amount of talent the disciple possesses.

In other words, if Gu Changyuan accepts a disciple with a talent level of 10 and the disciple's cultivation level is at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, then Gu Changyuan will gain 100% of the disciple's cultivation level, which is the third level of the Nascent Soul stage.

If both talents are at the Nascent Soul stage, then Gu Changyuan's cultivation level is the sum of the two Nascent Soul cultivation levels.

The more disciples there are, the more they accumulate.

At the same time, the system will randomly reward the host with resources such as cultivation techniques, weapons, and spiritual treasures to help the host and sect develop.

With the help of the system, he successively founded the Celestial Human Sect, the Celestial Demon Sect, and the Celestial Demon Sect over fifty years, taking in ten founding disciples for each sect and leaving each sect after ten years.

During this period, they continuously transported supplies to various sects through the cave dwellings provided by the system, and searched for talented individuals scattered in various places, delivering them to the respective sects.

Before they could even see what happened to the three sects, they were pulled into the Ruins of Chaos by some unknown force, and their connections were severed, leaving them completely silent.

At that time, his cultivation level was only at the Refinement Realm.

Gu Changyuan shook his head, shaking off these distracting thoughts.

Having struggled in the chaotic ruins for a thousand years, he had become accustomed to life and death and destruction, and no longer dared to ask for too much.

The most urgent task is to find a way to leave this place.

After a thousand years of fighting, he had already figured out some of the underlying rules of the Chaotic Ruins.

Especially in the last century, he has followed spatial fluctuations and found several abnormal nodes that seem to be "exits".

Gu Changyuan moved swiftly, heading towards the nearest node.

But just as he arrived at the node, a sudden change occurred.

Without any warning, an extremely terrifying suction force suddenly surged from all directions, instantly enveloping him completely.

This was not an attack launched by any living being, but rather the "pulse" of the entire chaotic space—a spatial tremor that occurs periodically in the Ruins of Chaos.

Gu Changyuan had gone through this many times, and each time he easily broke free.

But this time is different.

The suction was ridiculously strong, and even Gu Changyuan felt somewhat unable to break free.

His expression hardened, and the power that had been dormant within him for thousands of years suddenly erupted.

Even so, the suction force did not weaken at all.

On the contrary, it is getting stronger and stronger.

He formed a hand seal, and nine illusory longswords appeared in front of him.

Each sword is engraved with different runes—this is the "Nine Tribulations Sword Formation" that he comprehended from an ancient ruin in the nine hundred years of the Chaotic Ruins, which can cleave stars when used at full power.

The sword formation spun, sword energy crisscrossed, attempting to tear apart this suction force.

However, at the source of the suction, a pitch-black crack was rapidly expanding.

The crack's edges flickered with eerie purplish-black lightning, and a chilling suction force emanated from within.

"Something's wrong... This isn't a normal spatial tremor!"

Gu Changyuan suddenly realized what was happening and tried to back away.

But it's too late.

Gu Changyuan felt his body lighten, and he was suddenly pulled into the rapidly expanding spatial rift by an invisible force.

A dizzying, spinning sensation washes over you.

The whistling spatial turbulence filled my ears, and the bizarre, colorful lines before my eyes were dazzling.

Gu Changyuan gritted his teeth to stay awake, his body protected by a silvery-white light, struggling to maintain his balance amidst the turbulent currents.

I don't know how much time has passed—in the spatial passage, the sense of time is completely distorted.

A glimmer of light finally appeared ahead. Gu Changyuan mustered his last strength and rushed towards the light.

"boom--!!"

He crashed through some kind of barrier and suddenly appeared above a forest.

Gu Changyuan was breathing heavily. He raised his head, trying to see his surroundings, but was completely stunned.

A refreshing spiritual energy flowed into my nostrils—not the turbid and violent energy of a chaotic wasteland, but the pure, gentle, and vibrant spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"here it is......"

Gu Changyuan slowly stood up, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Before my eyes was a clear blue sky with white clouds drifting lazily by.

In the distance, the mountains are layered with lush greenery, and the verdant trees block out the sun.

vitality.

This is the rarest thing in the Ruins of Chaos.

Just as Gu Changyuan was deeply shaken and filled with doubt, a voice, so familiar it brought tears to his eyes, suddenly resounded in his mind:

【Host!!! I finally got you back! o (╥﹏╥) o】