"It's a misunderstanding!"

From a high altitude, the long rift valley, stretching for thousands of kilometers and spewing forth endless bloodthirsty energy, resembles a wound and bloodstain on the land of Donghua Continent, a shocking sight.

This earth-shattering scene was enough to make anyone who saw it for the first time tremble and feel uneasy. But for someone as powerful as Feng Bingwen, who already possessed the ability to overturn rivers and seas, what rose in his heart was boundless anger and killing intent.

Remnants of the demonic path!

Feng Bingwen's first reaction was that this earth-shattering event was the work of the demonic path. After all, they had a history of such acts; several years ago, demonic cultivators had committed a bloodbath in Donghua Continent, almost wiping out an entire nation.

However, when he came into contact with a divine lord and learned the basic situation, he realized that he had misunderstood the remnants of the demonic path.

However, being far away in the demonic realm, the avatar, infected by the true body's rage, had already overturned the hall where it was in seclusion for cultivation and could not return to its seat at this moment.

"Soul-Shattering Demon Lord, what happened? What has made you so angry? Would you like my body to help you vent your anger?"

A powerful demonic thought reached out, followed by a soft and seductive voice in his ear. Upon hearing the voice, Feng Bingwen felt a surge of evil fire burning in his lower abdomen.

"I am not fortunate enough to enjoy Elder Fuying's body!"

Feng Bingwen snorted coldly and refused firmly. At the same time, he transformed his mind into a sword and with one strike cut off the many desires aroused by the demonic sound, firmly guarding his heart and remaining unmoved.

"Hehe, I've been lusting after the little demon lord's body for quite some time now. Why be so heartless? Why not join me in this blissful journey?"

Elder Fuying persisted relentlessly.

"Soul Shatter, what happened to you?"

Feng Bingwen ignored the female demon who could communicate with people's desires with a single thought, because his actions had attracted the attention of several demon lords of the Corpse King Palace, and even a demon of a higher realm.

"It's nothing serious, just a mishap during practice, a minor issue!"

Feng Bingwen gave a casual reply, and upon hearing his mostly perfunctory excuses, several disciples of the Corpse King Palace who happened to overhear him showed knowing expressions on their faces.

Because Feng Bingwen's cultivation speed was terrifying even for demonic cultivators, it had already caused a sensation throughout the demonic sect. With such a cultivation speed, it was only natural that problems would arise; that would be logical.

"Huh!? You dare to speak ill of me in your hearts? You're courting death!"

As Feng Bingwen swept his eyes, a torrent of ghostly spirits surged out from the shadows beneath his feet, engulfing the surrounding demonic sect disciples in an instant. After the ghostly tide subsided, only a few withered bones remained.

"Soul Shatter, have you forgotten the sect rules?"

A voice devoid of any emotion boomed above Feng Bingwen's head.

"These disciples have defied their superiors and shown contempt for me; they deserve to die. What wrong have I done?"

Feng Bingwen snorted coldly, showing no fear whatsoever. Finding some excuses to reap the lives of his own disciples was a common practice for demons. If other demons could do it, why couldn't he, the newly promoted demon lord, do it?

"Little Demon Lord, you have such a strong malevolent aura. Let me help you dissipate it, otherwise, if this malevolent aura gets too strong, it might breed your demonic nature!"

The seductive voice continued to harass him, but Feng Bingwen ignored it. His voice, which loomed over the sky and contained immense authority, remained silent for a moment before giving a warning that was neither too strong nor too weak, and then withdrew.

"This will not be allowed to happen again!"

"Oh!"

Having thoroughly grasped the rules of the Demonic Sect, Feng Bingwen naturally didn't care. The powerful Vice Sect Master would never punish him, the newly promoted Demon Lord, for the sake of those disciples whose souls he had devoured.

After all, it would be too irrational to demand repayment from the living for the sake of the dead. No matter how outstanding their talents and how promising their futures were, these disciples have now all vanished into nothingness.

With the trivial matters of dealing with the demonic avatar finished, the main body had already made contact with a group of gods who had surrounded them, and obtained information about the local divine path, which had been obtained at a great cost.

The rift that stretches across thousands of kilometers of the East China Continent is none other than an ancient battlefield that was once sealed away by the mighty power of the ancient sages. Now, after the erosion of countless years, the power of the sages has finally been exhausted.

Thus, a rift connecting to the outside world appeared, and the bloodthirsty aura accumulated on the ancient battlefield burst forth, invading the creatures living on both sides of the rift.

If it were just a surge of malevolent energy, that wouldn't be so terrible. What's truly terrifying are the evil monsters and monstrous creatures that were born from the ancient battlefields where corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.

It was these sinister and malevolent creatures that emerged from the ancient battlefield that touched the mind of Feng Bingwen, who was far away in the Supreme Dao, because these evil beings seriously threatened the human people within the vast territory of Daqian.

Feng Bingwen's parents and relatives were naturally included. Although they also possessed power beyond the mortal realm due to Feng Bingwen's influence, this power was insufficient to resist the evil creatures that surged out from the ancient battlefield.

"We beg you, fellow Daoist, to lend us a hand and protect the people of this place!"

He explained the cause and effect to Feng Bingwen, and even quickly informed Feng Bingwen of the results that had been discovered at great cost, requesting his help.

Since the gods receive offerings from mortals, they naturally care deeply about the safety of mortals. Such a calamity affecting hundreds of millions of people is enough to make the gods set aside their sectarian prejudices and ask Feng Bingwen, a member of the immortal path, for help.

"That is exactly what I wish for!"

Feng Bingwen immediately agreed, and then he received arrangements from the divine way.

"Fellow Daoist, please slay the ghosts and demons that have roamed throughout the Great Gan region!"

"..."

With such a calamity occurring in Donghua Continent, the divine path rooted in this continent naturally did its utmost. True Lords and Wandering Gods who could patrol and roam throughout the continent gathered here, and even an Emperor was about to come in person to suppress the evil spirits.

With so many powerful deities joining forces, even a rift stretching for thousands of miles could be suppressed, fixing the gushing bloodthirsty energy within a certain range and preventing it from spreading further.

It was just that it had been sealed in an ancient battlefield for too long, and the number of evil creatures it had bred was extremely exaggerated. Although the gods could prevent most of the evil creatures from setting foot on the ground, a very small number of them still managed to escape. And Feng Bingwen was going to deal with these evil creatures.

For Feng Bingwen, this was a piece of cake, and there was no danger involved. After all, even the gods wouldn't allow such powerful evil creatures to come to the ground, otherwise the human race would fall city by city.

But Feng Bingwen deliberately left the blessed land of the mountain gate not to clean up these lowly demons and monsters. He could sense that his opportunity to attain enlightenment lay deep underground in the ancient battlefield, submerged by endless blood and evil energy.

However, the most urgent task is not to break through the divine blockade to enter the ancient battlefield, but to get to his blood relatives who have stirred his mind. Those evil creatures that pose no threat to him are enough to endanger the lives of his family.

Fengjia Town, Qingshan County

This small town, which has developed into a sizable settlement in just a few years, is now teeming with people. Everywhere you look, from the houses to the alleys, the streets and lanes, are filled with refugees fleeing from disaster.

The number of disaster victims far exceeded that of the county town, simply because Fengjia Town, which had developed rapidly in just a few years, was well-known in the surrounding area. There were rumors that an immortal had emerged from this place, who had acquired some divine energy. The place was said to be spiritually powerful, capable of driving away demons and suppressing evil, and extinguishing all misfortune.

Those who had heard the rumors and learned about the disaster abandoned the nearby county town and gathered in this township during their escape. Their choice also attracted other disaster victims from afar who were unaware of the situation, which led to the increasing number of refugees in the area.

As the undisputed prominent family of Fengjia Town, the Feng family mansion was home to an elderly woman, affectionately known as Granny Goose by the locals. She opened her doors wide to gather refugees from all directions and even opened her granaries to provide relief to disaster victims from all over.

Such a good deed naturally drew praise from both inside and outside the community. Of course, wealth is a powerful force, and a wealthy family with only an elderly woman could not possibly control the refugees who had lost everything due to fleeing the war.

However, anyone who moves into the Feng family mansion and dares to harbor evil thoughts and put them into action will inevitably suffer bad consequences. At best, they will be beaten without their knowledge, leaving them bruised and swollen. At worst, they will simply disappear without a trace.

Invisible shackles bound the Feng family mansion and the thousands of refugees residing in Feng family town, preventing them from having any wild thoughts and forcing them to follow the rules and behave themselves.

Judging from the facts, the legend of the immortal does not seem to be fabricated. Refugees from all directions speculated that the immortal who was being talked about in Fengjia Town must have come from the Feng family.

This conjecture was finally confirmed. As the refugees, who had just been given a brief respite, witnessed a chilling cloud appear in the sky and cast a terrifying shadow over the earth.

The dense buzzing and the sound of wings vibrating sent chills down people's spines. As the dark cloud approached, the disaster victims gathered in Fengjia Town were terrified, their faces turning ashen. Some even lost control of their bladder and bowels on the spot, creating a foul stench.

Amidst this despair, as some began to loot and flee, accompanied by excited cries, one after another enormous and robust snow-white figures took flight from the Feng family mansion, heading towards the swarm of insects that were attacking Feng family town.

"What a huge goose!"

The disaster victims, who were fleeing for their lives, seemed to find the courage to stop after being covered by the shadows cast by the white snowflakes flying overhead. They raised their heads and couldn't help but murmur in amazement.

More and more people are noticing the flock of geese taking to the sky. Their snow-white and somewhat agile figures are a familiar sight to many farmers, except that their size is a bit too large and beyond their comprehension.

"How much feed would it need to grow this big?"

When the panicked crowd saw that the ferocious swarm of corpse-eating insects was actually blocked by the flock of swans, and even treated like snacks, being devoured by these ridiculously large swans, the crowd immediately calmed down. Some of the bolder ones even started watching the spectacle and discussing it amongst themselves.

"Where did this idiot come from? Can a person grow up to be this big by eating mortal grains? He's clearly gained intelligence by absorbing the immortal energy from a celestial being!"

Immediately, someone retorted, recalling local legends, and drew a conclusion—which was, of course, also a veiled attempt to flatter.

"Gained sentience? Isn't that a monster?"

"What monster? You ignorant bumpkin! How can something personally enlightened by an immortal be a monster? It's a spirit beast, a celestial beast!"

Seeing the swarm of insects scattered and devoured by the flock of swans, no longer displaying any of its previous ferocity, the previously terrified crowd regained their composure and began to chat again.

"Isn't this a spirit beast? It even knows how to protect its master. It's different from monsters. Those monsters in the mountains only know how to eat people. And those vixens even use illusions to seduce you useless men and devour your vital energy!"

"Hahaha, isn't this great? It's a mutually agreeable arrangement. I paid with my energy and saved on the cost of going to a brothel. Tsk, I wonder when I'll ever encounter such a good thing in my life!"

"You lust-driven idiot, if you really run into a wild fox, she might just rip your soul out!"

The refugees were buzzing with discussion, and the atmosphere grew even more heated as they watched the flock of swans devour the insects, each one the size of a human head. Especially when everyone watched the flock of swans fly back to the Feng family mansion, the rumors of an immortal enlightening a spirit beast spread like wildfire.

As for that immortal, to the many refugees who fled from other places, it was naturally the kind and gentle old woman from the Feng family.

At such an age, with such a vast fortune, and no children to serve him, it is so unreasonable that he must be a hermit living in seclusion. Otherwise, how could he have such an aura?

"Grandma, have you been alright lately?"

Meanwhile, inside the Feng family mansion, a young man who had returned travel-worn was sitting obediently in the lower seat, accepting the old man's reprimand.

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"I'm standing right in front of you, don't I look like something's happened to me?"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Feng Bingwen chuckled dryly and muttered a couple of times. He had already visited his parents and the old man who had been assigned to a local area as a local official.

Compared to the elderly woman in front of him, who had a rosy complexion and even looked much more energetic than before, the old man and his father could only be described as miserable.

His grandfather, in particular, became increasingly robust due to the nourishment he received from Feng Bingwen's immortal energy, to the point that even the emperor did not want to see him and thus demoted him to a local post.

Normally, local officials live a life almost as comfortable as gods, but when disaster strikes, officials with even a little sense of responsibility are so busy they can't even put their feet down. His old man was naturally one of them.