The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

A headless monk wandered cautiously through this underground cavern that resembled a gloomy ancient tomb, carefully observing every detail within.

He seemed to be studying something important.

Upon hearing Li Muyang’s words, the monk chuckled lightly and did not hide his intentions. He said, “The sealing technique used on the resentful ghosts underground, along with the formation that extracts power from thirty-six gilded Buddha statues—both are profoundly intricate.”

“Moreover, the aura of these resentful ghosts might very well be the culprit behind Princess Pingyao’s soul loss.”

“Princess Pingyao’s soul-loss condition doesn’t seem congenital; it’s more likely a man-made misfortune or calamity.”

“I might be able to figure out the cause and heal her.”

Gazing at the distant figure of the princess, as cold and lifeless as a wooden puppet, the headless monk continued, “If I can cure Princess Pingyao, then the ancient prophecy of the Great Zhou royal family might finally come true. A princess cured of soul-loss could truly have the potential to bring back the glory of the Great Zhou dynasty.”

The monk shared his grand vision with Li Muyang enthusiastically.

It even included plans on how to reclaim the land fragmented by power-hungry ministers after curing Princess Pingyao.

Listening to the monk’s detailed and complex schemes, Li Muyang shook his head repeatedly.

“I’m not interested in any of this. Just give me the statue of Zhi Wei that you promised and be done with it.”

“As for whatever social experiments you conduct within the Ancient Resentment Well, it has nothing to do with me. I didn’t care before, I don’t care now, and I certainly don’t plan to care in the future.”

Miao Fengjun’s strange behavior wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.

A saying goes: those who sense the warmth of a spring river first are the ducks swimming closest to it. This first Demon Lord in history to have ascended through the Demon Path must have gained insight into the true nature of the world after his ascension.

He knew better than anyone that the apocalypse was inevitable.

Whether the Evil God would descend upon the earth or the Otherworldly Demon God would obliterate everything, the Mortal World was doomed to fall.

That explains why this guy made preparations in the Ancient Resentment Well ahead of time and intends to live there?

But Li Muyang was not like him, able to hide so comfortably and peacefully.

His ties to the Mortal World were too strong, and there were too many things he could not bear to abandon.

Moreover, as a laborer for the Heavenly Dao, relentlessly hunted by Evil Gods, he had no opportunity to hide away for survival.

Li Muyang’s fate boiled down to two options: killing all his enemies and successfully saving the world, or being slain by them and failing to save the world.

Miao Fengjun didn’t press the matter further with Li Muyang; after hearing his request, he swiftly retrieved the statue of Little Wild Grass.

With a casual flick of his hand, numerous statues of Little Wild Grass flew out from the wide sleeves of his robe, one after another, toward Li Muyang.

Li Muyang carefully examined and counted them—it totaled eighty-nine in number.

Indeed, it matched the promised amount.

After checking all the statues, Li Muyang gave Miao Fengjun a meaningful look and bowed in farewell.

Then, he made his way back to the Mortal World.

For creatures of the Mortal World, entering the Ancient Resentment Well was difficult, but leaving was remarkably simple.

At dusk, when day and night intersect, one need only find a water source to easily return.

Soon, Li Muyang traversed space-time and once again landed upon the Mortal World’s earth.

After opening his eyes, he stood at the edge of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Orienting himself briefly, he flew directly toward the northwest.

Soon, Li Muyang arrived above a mountain known as Feiyun Mountain.

This was where the Sword Cultivators of the Mysterious Sword Sect had recently established a camp to resist the projections of Evil Gods.

While dusk in the Ancient Resentment Well marked the morning in the Mortal World, the Evil God projections that ravaged through the night had now retreated back to the well.

On Feiyun Mountain, gloom hung heavy, and cultivators who had endured a night of fierce combat now rested, weary and drained.

Li Muyang descended from the sky, stirring little commotion.

A tired Liu Li Fairy, bearing her Immortal Sword, hurriedly approached.

“Muyang, the Otherworldly Demon God you warned us about has indeed shown signs of appearing on the Tianyuan Continent!”

Upon seeing Li Muyang, Liu Li Fairy immediately conveyed the news.

“That Demon God appeared at dusk yesterday, battling with a deranged, eccentric elder along the shores of Shengzhou.”

“Now, they’re fighting each other as they move northward.”

Liu Li Fairy’s report made Li Muyang raise an eyebrow.

“So that thing really showed up…”

Indeed, the simulator had been accurate in its prediction.

The Extreme Night God had truly chased the Thousand-Eyed Blood God all the way to the Tianyuan Continent.

Given the situation, Li Muyang saw no need for politeness.

The Extreme Night God held a grudge against him, and besides, the guy had an unbeatable Divine Sword in his possession… Li Muyang had to devise a plan to seize that sword.

The absurdly overpowered Divine Sword made Li Muyang’s eyes gleam with greed.

Immediately, he instructed Chu Qingxue to notify the Sword Cultivators of the Mysterious Sword Sect.

Li Muyang personally handpicked thirty-two individuals to accompany him.

These were the optimal candidates identified through countless simulated trials.

Liu Li Fairy expressed surprise: “Muyang, you’ve only just arrived here, yet the manpower you’re drawing happens to precisely match our maximum capacity for reinforcements?”

“If you were to request even one more person, the defensive line on Feiyun Mountain might collapse…”

To this, Li Muyang used the blanket excuse of being an Ascendant.

Ever since his identity as an Ascendant was revealed, Li Muyang found that it resolved a host of issues.

Whenever something couldn’t be explained logically, pulling out his Ascendant credentials worked wonders.

After all, on the Tianyuan Continent, there was no need to worry about someone scheming to steal his Ascendant opportunities.

The cultivators here were generally amicable, which mattered less compared to the crucial fact that dozens of senior brothers and sisters from the Mysterious Sword Sect had his back.

With such steadfast allies, Li Muyang could walk sideways without worry.

Once the roster was finalized, Li Muyang briefed his senior brothers and sisters on the specific characteristics of the Extreme Night God.

While flying northward, he used water mirror projections to provide detailed explanations of the Extreme Night God’s abilities, weaponry, and the coordinated ambush strategy to follow.

The plans were thorough, inspiring unanimous approval from all. No one raised objections.

By midday, they caught up with the two Demon Gods locked in fierce combat.

On the barren plains, an enormous blood-red eye opened in the void. The Ancestor of Demon Refinement, veined with madness, had skin splitting and erupting with crimson blood, creating a horrifying scene.

The Thousand-Eyed Blood God’s corruption and influence had seeped to irreversible depths, deep into the Ancestor’s bones.

No one knew how much self-awareness remained within the Ancestor of Demon Refinement in this current state.

What was certain was that its madness grew ever more terrifying as it clashed ferociously with the Extreme Night God.

Noticing the tunneling light appearing in the skies, the demonized Ancestor of Demon Refinement neither panicked nor flinched. Instead, it burst into maniacal laughter.

It seemed to recognize Li Muyang at the helm.

Meanwhile, the Extreme Night God, bearing the Divine Sword, also spotted Li Muyang and the thirty-something Heavenly Eternal Realm cultivators behind him.

Upon witnessing the thirty-plus cultivators collectively launching their attack, the Extreme Night God froze for two seconds.

—Where in the Cultivation World next door would you ever see such a sight?

Especially when those cultivators were all execution-oriented Sword Cultivators!

After two seconds of stunned silence, the Extreme Night God abruptly abandoned the Thousand-Eyed Demon God and fled without hesitation.

It ran with astonishing speed.