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

The piercing sunlight mercilessly scorched the earth.

In the wilderness of bones that filled the mountain forest, the blood-soaked Ancestor of Demon Refinement stared blankly at the scene before him.

One by one, the putrid corpses of the dragon-serpents fell amidst the wilderness of trees.

As the creeping death qi on the bodies gradually dispersed, the flesh of these dragon-serpents began to dissolve into revolting black smoke that wafted into the sky.

What finally remained in the wilderness were skeletons, stark and white.

Yet the man who had walked upon the ten-thousand-meter bodies of the dragon-serpents gazed out dazedly at everything before him.

The light of his burning Primordial Spirit was so dim it could extinguish at any moment.

Even the body of his mother turned to ash under the sunlight.

But watching everything in his field of vision, Zi Weiheng shook his slowly swaying body and let out a burst of loud laughter.

"Ha ha ha... Ancestor of Demon Refinement, ha ha ha..."

He laughed heartily as he turned and left straight away.

His dim divine light trailed behind his staggering figure, disappearing into the horizon.

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement's eyes were near bursting as he watched the direction of his departure, blood-red and yet daring not to make a move.

A huge blood-red eye loomed behind him.

This massive blood eye coldly and savagely devoured all living beings within the Refinement Demon Sect.

Not a single soul from the inner disciples of the Refinement Demon Sect, including the esteemed wandering realm vassals and more than a dozen sect elders, was spared—all were consumed by this terrifying blood eye.

Even the outer disciples below the mountain were not spared from calamity.

The great suction pulled all the demon cultivators of the Refinement Demon Sect into the blood eye, cruelly devouring them.

And the Ancestor of Demon Refinement, who controlled the corpse of the Thousand-Eyed Blood God, was powerless to stop any of it, forced to watch helplessly as the sect he had founded and painstakingly nurtured for a thousand years crumbled to dust.

He watched as every demon cultivation disciple within the sect perished.

Unspeakable pain spread throughout the Ancestor of Demon Refinement's entire body.

He clutched his head and let out a hysterical, piercing howl.

For a low, cold voice echoed constantly in his ear.

"...Sacrifice blood to me, slaughter the enemy chief."

"Sacrifice blood to me, slaughter the enemy chief!"

This chilling voice seemed to possess a strange magic, constantly echoing in his ear.

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement howled miserably, desperately clutching his head, trying to shake this voice out of his mind.

Yet that voice resounded in his ears, inside his body, in his hands and feet, his teeth, in every hair follicle across his body.

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement, like a madman, suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Thousand-Eyed Blood God! Thousand-Eyed Blood God!"

"My Refinement Demon Sect! Our Refinement Demon Sect!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Amid the shrill cries of pain, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement suddenly soared into the sky, clutching his head.

He rushed into the wilderness like a lunatic, hair disheveled, and body drenched in blood, crying and laughing all at once.

"My Refinement Demon Sect is finished, our Refinement Demon Sect is finished."

"Everything's gone, it's all over!"

"Thousand-Eyed Blood God! Hahaha! Thousand-Eyed Blood God!"

The Ancestor of Demon Refinement, screaming and howling, let out a piercing mad laughter.

He ran and wailed through the wilderness, leaving behind the Refinement Demon Sect, which had already turned into a scorched wasteland, and headed into the distance.

A gigantic blood pupil slowly closed behind him, eventually disappearing into the void.

However, several watchers hundreds of miles away dared not to easily approach the desolate ruins.

Several days later.

In a teahouse a thousand three hundred miles away from Yunxiao City, the place was bustling with noise.

Groups of cultivators had all gathered in this once remote and rural small town, inquiring about the situation at the Refinement Demon Sect a thousand miles away.

The drastic changes within the Refinement Demon Sect had spread throughout the entire cultivation world in just a few short days.

These cultivators were all here to observe the situation, attempting to profit from the chaos.

If they could dig out something valuable from the ruins of the Refinement Demon Sect, it would be enough for these small sects and even unaffiliated cultivators to make a fortune.

Flashes of light after light flew toward this small town.

And from the small town, light after light flew away.

A vast number of cultivators crisscrossed like schools of fish, continuously bringing various true and false news.

And among these truths and falsehoods, the most eagerly discussed were here in this teahouse.

A Taoist who claimed to be the Ancient Profound Master was dressed in a dirty and tattered Daoist robe, with a gaunt face and a tuft of blue beard on his chin, looking as though he hadn't eaten well in months.

He caught everyone's attention as he tugged the beard on his chin, saying to the crowd.

"...Speaking of that Ancestor of Demon Refinement, he went completely mad after witnessing the destruction of his own sect."

"He was crying and laughing, with disheveled hair, yelling as he rushed into the wilderness, running like a lunatic, as if something evil was chasing him for his life."

"It's said that some powerful cultivators tried to stop him, but who knew that this crazy Ancestor of Demon Refinement was terrifyingly strong!"

"Four cultivators at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm attacked at the same time, only to be instantly drained into mummies by him!"

"Behind him, a giant blood-colored pupil suddenly opened and in the blink of an eye, it exterminated four great beings of the Purple Mansion realm!"

"What a terrifying might that is!"

"It's said that it was an ancient evil deity! Cruel and violent! The tragic demise of the disciples within the Refinement Demon Sect was the work of this evil deity!"

"Pity the Ancestor of Demon Refinement who painstakingly ran his sect for a thousand years, who knows what secret techniques he used to live till now, he should have been the leading figure of the demonic path, yet in one night, fell into a pitiful and crazy state, it's truly lamentable."

The scruffy Daoist pulled on his beard, shaking his head and sighing.

His story left many of the newly arrived cultivators in the teahouse dumbfounded, all eagerly asking if there was more information.

Amidst the teahouse's uproar, the old Daoist let out a chuckle, stroked his chin beard, and said, "What I just told was free information. If you want to know the details, please pay me in private, and I will explain one-on-one."

The old Daoist's words immediately drew a torrent of jeers.

Someone shouted from the crowd, "…This old ghost is just repeating the news that's been around the city for a day or two, nothing fresh; and he still wants to make money from it? Damn swindler!"

The teahouse was filled with jeers, but the old Daoist just laughed heartily, unconcerned.

Shaking his head, he continued, "Since no one's paying, the old Daoist will share another piece of free information."

"It's said that the powerful figure who fought the Ancestor of Demon Refinement was the last clan member of the Azure Dragon Qilin from seven hundred years ago, his real name being Ying Qing. In this battle, he burned his Primordial Spirit and has placed himself in a situation of certain death…"

In the teahouse, a young man suddenly looked up, his gaze fixating on the ramshackle old Daoist.

His ears perked up, eager to hear more.

If Li Muyang were here, he would recognize that this youth, who had simply disguised himself, was none other than Guan Xiaoshun, whom he had tricked out of the Refinement Demon Sect.