Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Outside the human settlement, within a mountain range overrun by demons, Dong Youzi, dressed in a black Taoist robe, made his way through the mountains.

A large number of ferocious demons, upon seeing Dong Youzi, instinctively wanted to charge forward and tear apart the human before them. However, before Dong Youzi even needed to make a move, a pale golden rope directly looped around the demon’s neck, binding and dragging it into the fog behind him.

Behind Dong Youzi, the top grade Spirit-Binding Rope extended from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, binding hundreds, even thousands of demons.

Both the ferocious Demon Kings in the early stage of Qi Training and Spirit Refining and the little monsters in the Qi Transformation Stage were unable to escape.

In this manner, Dong Youzi made his way to the peak of this demon-infested mountain range.

Looking down from the peak of the mountains, a surging river was the only thing that cut through the towering mountains, the surface littered with numerous demon corpses.

“The mountains are nameless; since there’s this river that cuts through the mountains, might as well call it Dajiang Mountain,” Dong Youzi casually commented.

Standing on the peak of Dajiang Mountain, Dong Youzi gazed in the direction of the setting sun, his deep gaze filled with an ominous glow, and murmured quietly,

“Borrowing strength? Seems I owe Friend Shen a favor this time. I just wonder if he’ll be able to survive that attack.”

As his words fell, Dong Youzi’s gaze swept over all the trapped demons and his voice rang out clearly,

“From today onwards, all of these demons shall be ruled by the Ghost King and none shall leave Dajiang Mountain to wreak havoc on human society without the Ghost King’s command.”

The mountains shook and beyond this mountain range of demons, a deep barrier isolated this place from the human world.

Most of the demons looked bewildered, while some glared and let out a roar of resentment towards Dong Youzi.

Dong Youzi only showed a cold smile, his gaze softening as he said,

“Rest assured, in the time to come, I will let you all understand what the Order of Demons and Monsters truly is.”

Within a shrine among the hundred nations.

Yu Ke smashed the idol worshipped in the shrine with one foot. A demon corpse resembling the idol was already lying on the ground nearby.

Yu Ke disdainfully glanced at the demon, expressing his boredom, said,

“The so-called shrine, the sects here are too weak. A mere demon in the Qi Training Stage dares to proclaim itself a god?”

On the other side of the shrine, Hea Zhen studied the murals on the shrine walls, his gaze going deep as if lost in thought, said,

“Most of the humans here, overrun by demons, have no path to cultivation and can only pray to these demons for protection.

In such a life-threatening environment, the quality of the incense offered here far surpasses that of the outside world.”

Yu Ke quirked an eyebrow, “What exactly are you planning?”

Hea Zhen chuckled lightly, said to Yu Ke,

“Feel like accompanying me to establish a sect and harvest the faith of the people here?”

In the midst of a desolate mountain range, a pitch-black Space Rift suddenly opened, from which an injured figure was thrown, crashing into the ground. It was Shen Yuan, who had barely escaped from the Spider Demon’s attack.

Lying on the ground of the desolate mountain, Shen Yuan gasped for air, channeling Primordial Elemental Qi to heal his wounds.

This was the first time Shen Yuan had faced such unstoppable power. The three streams of the Qi of heaven and earth had no ability to resist in face of that attack.

Shen Yuan even suspected that even if he used the unmastered Rain Calling Divine Ability, he wouldn’t be able to kill this aberrant creature that superseded the will of heaven and earth.

Luckily, the internal space of this island was weak, which gave Shen Yuan’s Pot’s Heaven Divine Power a chance to forcibly rip open a rift in space and escape into the void; otherwise, he would have already fallen under that attack.

However, this risky move was not without gain.

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan looked up at the great sun in the evening sky and murmured quietly, no trace of fear in his eyes,

“What’s fake will ultimately remain fake. Even if it disturbs the order of heaven and earth, replacing heaven and earth with one’s self, it’s still just an illusion.

How could the illusory Great Sun compare with the real glory of the Great Sun?”

In Shen Yuan’s palm, a miniaturized image of the Great Sun started to form gradually.