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

"Chief, what do you think will happen to us after we become stars? How will history record us?"

Will he go down in history?

"I think so."

"But are our achievements really enough?"

Unable to defend Yu'e City and stop the flood, the monsters will eventually cross this line of defense.

Strangely enough, the flesh of monsters that die on the battlefield cannot be eaten.

Anyone who eats the flesh of a demon beast will explode and die.

It was as if it were some kind of curse, specifically targeting mortals.

As the campfire flickered, the centurion, who had not eaten for several days, rose to his feet.

He carried a torch and came to the city wall.

It was as if they had made up their minds about something.

He picked up a broken porcelain bowl and scooped it up onto the ground.

They deliberately scooped up the red blood left behind by those demonic beasts and gathered it together.

Then, the centurion dipped his finger in the blood and began to write on the city wall.

"Gentlemen, please leave your names here."

"But we can't read!"

"I'll write it."

"What's your name?"

Under a bright moon and sparse stars, the soldiers lined up, each holding a porcelain bowl, and carved crooked characters on the city wall.

…………

Holding the girl, Afan released his spiritual sense and used his magic to recreate the scenes from the next three years, his face grim.

Just as the entire army of mortal soldiers was wiped out.

The nearest sacred mountain and blessed land.

The immortals have descended.

As the cultivators walked across the battlefield, the soles of their boots, embroidered with cloud patterns, carefully avoided the filth.

Some of the female cultivators even covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, lightly flicked their sleeves, and with a flash of inspiration, turned the unsightly corpses into dust.

The fortifications built with the corpses of the soldiers and the gunpowder traps left in the city all melted away like ice and snow in the spiritual light.

"As expected, Master was right; this trip down the mountain truly brought us great opportunities!"

"This entire route is filled with demon cores; it's almost enough to sustain our cultivation for three years!"

The cultivators swept their divine senses across the land, consciously ignoring the mortals struggling to survive in Yu'e City.

"The land is stained with the blood of mountain and sea monsters. If the floods pass through in the future, it will be a fertile land that can give birth to spiritual veins."

"In the Yu'e Mountains, mortals who migrate here in the future will be nourished by spiritual energy, and the number of immortal seedlings with spiritual roots will greatly increase!"

"Unfortunately, there are no immortal seedlings left in this city."

The young female cultivator suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and stepped on the porcelain bowl that was shattered beneath her feet in the cleared ground created by her magic.

During the brief pause, she caught sight of the city wall in front of her.

The text was scribbled crookedly in blood, densely packed with characters.

"What is that? I thought it was an array pattern."

The disciples glanced at it indifferently, then were stunned: "It actually contains the essence blood of a demon beast."

"Good stuff, take it all."

The red characters gradually blurred, turning into drops of demon blood, which were collected into the jade bottles of the cultivators.

Then these cultivators unleashed their divine senses to kill the demonic beasts that had been wounded by mortals' gunpowder and weapons, and took their cores.

"The flood is coming, let's go back to the sect."

"No rush. We've come all this way, how can we not bring some incense?"

"That's right, incense nurtures a wonderful aroma, making it an excellent choice."

"Don't you want the incense offerings from this city?"

"That's too few, only tens of thousands of people who are about to die. It would be better to go to the mainland."

Just as the cultivators were exchanging telepathic messages with each other...

The living people in the city cried out in anguish, wanting to keep them here.

"Immortal Master, save us! Immortal... Master..."

However, the twenty figures ignored the warning and transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into the horizon.

…………

A flood is coming.

In the narrow alley, the floodwaters had reached the eaves.

The creatures in the water are like gillless fish.

Struggling desperately, he ultimately drowned.

Women who couldn't swim formed a human ladder underwater, taking turns stepping on each other's shoulders to breathe.

Some people tried to bring out the wooden rafts they had built, but in the face of such huge waves, it was a waste of effort.

The mortals were almost exhausted, and fewer and fewer people were in the waves.

However, amidst the turbulent current, a splash of purple caught the eye.

It was a little girl in a purple dress, huddled in a door panel amidst the waves.

Somehow, every time she passed a door, a hand would support her and push her towards a place where the floodwaters were flowing less.

One by one, those who passed on her message were swept away by the waves.

The little girl cried, clinging to the door panel, drifting on and on.

And so it went, until she drifted to the last woman.

The woman bit off a piece of her own clothing.

They used the connected sashes as a rope to hold the girl and prevent her from being swept away by the flood.

……

Afan withdrew his spiritual consciousness and stood high in the sky, the hem of his feathered robe extending silently.

The little girl in my arms was asleep, fast asleep.

Afan investigated and discovered that the woman had a brain disorder.

Perhaps due to prolonged immersion in water, or perhaps due to malnutrition, she had only a vague understanding of everything around her.

"Alas, how bitter..."

Afan gathered his magical power at his fingertips and touched the girl's forehead to awaken her spirit.

After finishing everything, recalling that glimpse of the human world he had seen, Afan fell silent.

He darted forward, carrying the girl towards the capital of the dynasty.

"Immortal Master, please have mercy!"

In the capital, the king of the dynasty was bowing three times and nine times in the direction the immortal had gone.

"This is truly a touching story! It's very popular!"

"The Twenty Immortals Who Vanquished Demons: Twenty enlightened immortals from the Qingyang Sword Sect descend to the mortal realm to slay demonic beasts and restore peace and order to the world!"

The Twenty Immortals Who Subdue Demons? What Twenty Immortals?

Upon hearing these five words, Afan, who was traveling thousands of miles away, was stunned.

When he arrived in the capital, he saw a three-zhang-tall white jade stele in front of the imperial city.

The inscription on it reads "The Twenty Immortals Who Vanquished Demons".

The top name is Qingyang Sword Immortal, and the nineteen names following him are all adorned with magnificent Taoist titles.

"Immortal, please... bring some incense?"

No matter how indifferent Afan's feelings are.

Seeing this scene made him feel nauseous.

At this moment, he transformed back into his demon form for the first time and soared into the blue clouds.

He wanted to go to that so-called immortal mountain to see what the so-called "Qingyang Sword Sect" really was.

But after soaring into the clouds, he was stunned.

Above the blue clouds, the stars shine brightly.

Perhaps he flew too low and did not see the "Nine Heavens" that mortals spoke of.

All I saw were shadows of mountains, seas, gods, demons, and stars.

The nest of the divine bird, the clouds of the dragon soaring, the wind of the tiger roaring... all transformed into stars in the sky.

As they flew higher and higher, they passed over the shadows of those stars.

High above, Afan's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Celestial palace? Immortals?

There was nothing there.

There was no guiding golden light, no ascension platform.

Everything is colorless and soundless.

The heavens are empty and lifeless.

………………

Fly to Gwangju.

On Shen Moyan's jade desk, the book "The Records of the Mountain and Sea Destiny" was open.

Chapter Two consists of four sections, which are placed at the end of Chapter Three.

"The tragedy in Langya Prefecture is almost identical to the chaotic world of demons described in the third section of the book."

Shen Moyan looked at the paper figures from their perspective.

In Langya Prefecture, apart from those places where cultivators gather.

Ordinary people were either abducted by the Cangwu tree and entered the belly of a monster, or drowned in the vast sea.

"If one does not attain immortality, one will be like all living beings in the mountains and seas."

Shen Moyan's gaze was indifferent, his face expressionless.

"All are like fish in the vast ocean, drifting with the current."