Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

Dongshan City.

The Luochang Pavilion stands quietly in the air.

With a slap, the demonic energy transformed into a giant claw, shattering the sword energy that He Liang was unleashing!

With a backhand grab, he tore through the void and smashed Ji Yu's protective sword screen to pieces!

The battle turned into a one-sided crushing defeat.

How could two Transcendent Disciples withstand the power of a Demon Seed at the Gui Cang level?

Luo Changting grasped at the void, and space began to distort.

He remained expressionless as he drew a jet-black longsword from thin air.

The dark, inky blade swallowed all the light, its surface riddled with cracks, like countless black dragons roaming in the eternal night.

The sword's blade was covered with tiny nicks, and just looking at them made He Liang and Ji Yu's eyes sting.

"This is……"

He Liang's pupils dilated violently, and he dared not move an inch.

He recalled the reason why the Biyang Sword Sect and the Six Prisons Demon Sect were sworn enemies, as recorded in the sect's secret records.

Before the collapse of the Immortal Path, the leaders of the two sects fought a battle.

In the end, the Demon Lord of the Six Hells Demon Sect won and took away the Biyang Sword Master's natal sword.

For a sword cultivator, losing their sword is like having their Daoist partner abducted.

This is a great disgrace for both the Sword Master and the Sword Sect.

The sword before me is extremely similar in shape to the swords of the Biyang Sword Sect. Could it be...?

The aura of the black sword dissipated, and the Daoist charm spread out.

The name of that sword automatically appeared in He Liang's mind.

【Heaven-Slaying Candle Nether Sword】

Impossible! That sword was broken long ago!

He Liang's face was filled with disbelief.

When the Immortal Path collapsed, the invincible Xuanhuang Emperor had already wiped out the high-ranking members of the twenty-one immortal lineages, and the Demon Lord who tried to provoke the Emperor was also cut to smithereens.

That guy is long dead!

His sword too!

Beneath the blue mask, Luo Changting looked at He Liang, whose expression had drastically changed, and actually chuckled softly.

The sword technique is revealed in the clouds.

The world is colorless.

The two people before him, along with their souls, turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

He Liang and Ji Yu are completely dead.

Ni Gaoyuan, who lived in Dongshan City, was also stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"No……"

In an instant, he too turned into ashes and vanished.

Luo Changting reached out, intending to remove the Qingming mask from his face, but the moment his fingertips touched the mask, they were swallowed by a force, making a sizzling sound.

Feeling a slight sting, Luo Changting remained silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice:

"Millions of years have passed, and the mysteries of fate remain as perplexing as ever."

Then, he searched his own memories and laughed:

"The Dao Fruit of Transformation, how interesting!"

"What a show! Shall we join in?"

Luo Changting raised his hand, and all the millions of mortals and low-level cultivators in the entire Dongshan City were gathered into his palm.

In his palm, everyone, regardless of age or gender, was transformed into a wisp of pure life essence. The radiant light gathered and was inhaled into his mouth.

"This is far from enough... Hmm?"

Beneath the mask, Luo Changting's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced in the direction of Feiguang Prefecture, then looked towards the central prefecture of Langya Prefecture.

"Small troubles, big troubles, too much trouble..."

The next moment, the overwhelming demonic energy receded like a tide, Luo Changting's body returned to normal, and he fell heavily from the sky, unconscious.

His spirits plummeted, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Only the black, broken sword remained dormant deep within his dantian.

After a long while, the carriage sped over, and Luo Hui held the unconscious Luo Changting in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

Luo Hanchan held her brother's cold hand, her expression complex, and she burst into tears.

…………

"who?!!"

Shen Moyan suddenly turned his head.

Behind him was only an empty, quiet room.

Shen Moyan had just clearly felt a gaze fall on him, which sent a chill down his spine.

"Who is it?"

He was certain that this was not an illusion.

Should we write this as a final statement?

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Moyan considered the matter repeatedly, but ultimately decided against writing his final words.

He is safe where he is now.

The array pavilion was filled with intricate defensive arrays, killing arrays, and linked arrays.

Even a True Lord would have to go through a lot of trouble to break in.

Once that person is right in front of him, Shen Moyan will have enough time to unleash his final move.

…………

Dongshan City, high in the sky.

A white-haired man stood on a cloud, his narrow eyes reflecting the myriad beings on the ground.

The token of the head of the Demon Suppression Division on his waist was shining brightly.

"How strange, how strange, cause and effect have vanished."

"Looks like a great demon."

"It's alright, I will patiently wait for your arrival."

The wind blew away the clouds, and the man disappeared.

…………

Meanwhile, throughout Langya Prefecture.

Biyang Sword Sect, Punishment Hall.

The atmosphere inside the imposing hall was heavy, filled with the aura of swords.

He Liang and Ji Yu's soul lamps went out almost simultaneously. The last fragments of images transmitted back showed overwhelming demonic energy and a cracked blue mask.

"This aura... is definitely not that of an ordinary demonic cultivator!" The elder of the Punishment Hall said with a grim expression.

"If this scourge is not eliminated, it will surely become a great scourge!"

"Should I be born?" He applied to the Elders' Hall for permission to be born, but was rejected.

"With the war between humans and demons imminent, matters concerning mountains and seas are none of our concern."

"We only need to guard the surrounding subsidiary planes and ensure the safety of the Daoist world."

…………

One hundred thousand mountains.

"Pure demonic energy? Appearing among the humans?"

The demon king, perched atop his skeletal throne, licked his sharp teeth, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, it's not a signal to make a move."

The demon race's mole will use the Heavenly Demon's Mandate to destroy the Nine Songs Network, thereby severing the human race's intelligence network.

Demonic energy alone cannot achieve that.

"Internal strife among humans, that's really something."

"Order the forwards to slow down their attack and let them fight it out for a while."

"Pay attention to the movement of that demonic energy; perhaps... it can be used to our advantage."

…………

Cultivation knows no time; a year has passed.

The quiet room was spotless, and the flowing light illuminated Shen Moyan's focused profile.

The lines drawn with the magic power of his fingertips are gradually dismantling and reconstructing the massive "Kuafu Face" earth vein array in the eastern part of Langya Prefecture.

"Almost there, very good. Continue to delve deeper. As long as we get Shen Yi and the others to make their move, we will be able to initially influence the Divine Refining Array of All Beings."

That year, Shen Moyan sought guidance from many masters at the Array Pavilion and gained a great deal.

Just then, the Nine Songs Seal on the back of Shen Moyan's hand flashed, indicating that someone was sending him a message.

Shen Moyan frowned almost imperceptibly, but did not stop the deduction immediately. Only after a key node was calculated did he separate a wisp of his divine consciousness and sink it into the Nine Songs Seal.

The light screen unfolded, revealing Cen Bolang's figure within, with the background seemingly a hastily constructed, isolated chamber.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and even his voice had lost its usual composure, carrying obvious panic:

"Fellow Daoist Ren! Something terrible has happened! Cangwu Prefecture... Cangwu Prefecture is completely finished!"

"The front lines have suffered a complete rout! The demon army has already crossed the state capital's checkpoints! Even the local Wanbao Network has been completely paralyzed! All the demon cores we stockpiled there are now useless! We can't even get them back with a single spirit stone!"

He spoke rapidly, almost breathless: "But in Langya Prefecture, the atmosphere is tense, and a major battle is imminent!"

"Once the fighting starts, the price of demon cores will definitely skyrocket! Fellow Daoist Ren, if you... if you still have any stock, could you allocate some more to me? This is our last chance; we must seize it..."

Through the Nine Songs Seal, one could even faintly hear the sounds of commotion and objects collapsing in the distance, indicating that Cen Bolang's side was in complete chaos.

This Cen Bolang has come to beg for food.

Shen Moyan listened quietly, his face expressionless.

The fall of Cangwu Prefecture and the collapse of Wanbao.com were within his expectations.

Only after Cen Bolang finished speaking did he speak calmly, his voice steady: "Fellow Daoist Cen, what's the rush?"

"I have my own plans regarding the demon core."

Shen Moyan's gaze returned to the earth vein array diagram on the table.

"You should stabilize your channels in Langya Prefecture to ensure they can be used in critical moments."

"You won't be shortchanged on spirit stones."

He did not promise to give any more demon cores.

In this life, I've already earned enough spirit stones; there's no need to risk making a fortune from war again.

Communication was cut off, and the sea of ​​consciousness returned to silence.

After adding Cen Bolang to the communication blacklist, Shen Moyan gently tapped the jade tabletop with her fingertips, producing a rhythmic, soft sound.

"The fall of Cangwu Prefecture was faster than expected. Was it due to large-scale smuggling? Or a lack of active resistance?"

"The collapse of Wanbao.com saves me the trouble of hiring someone to erase the traces." A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Even if the spirit stones obtained through smuggling are exchanged for Fortune Points, they are still dirty money in the end.

As long as the source is improper, the Guardian of Morality can find itself by following the internet.

But with Wanbao.com collapsing, the score was naturally evened out.

"The muddier the water in Langya Prefecture, the better."

With a slight thought, his divine sense, through an unseen connection, instantly traversed endless time and space, landing on the paper doll's body.