LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 151: Myriad Demon Ridge, The Destined One
Chapter 151: Myriad Demon Ridge, The Destined One
Hearing the legend of the Demon Ancestor, Gu An felt a strange sense of unease.
So, the Nine Dynasties of this continent were actually the invaders?
No wonder the Holy Lands refused to assist them.
Gu An didn’t dwell on it too much, though. He wouldn’t sympathize with the demon race just because of this, nor would he blame the Nine Dynasties.
The battle for survival was never defined by righteousness or evil. Besides, before the demon race emerged on this continent, who’s to say there weren’t other races before them?
The evolution of heaven and earth had always been about survival of the fittest, the cycle of new replacing old.
As a human, Gu An naturally had to consider things from the perspective of humanity.
If he held onto a sense of justice, then it meant not hunting demons to extinction.
In truth, humans and demons could coexist. In the cultivation world, demons could be seen everywhere, and demon pets had become an indispensable part of most cultivators’ lives. Some sects even worshipped powerful demons as guardian deities.After finishing her tale, Tian Yao’er nervously looked at Gu An before suddenly grabbing his left hand.
“Master, can’t humans and demons truly coexist? Why must it always end in a life-or-death struggle?”
She feared humans, but she did not resent them—because she had never interacted with them before. In fact, it was demons who had tormented her the most.
Gu An withdrew his hand and said, “Conflict isn’t just about race. The path to strength inevitably leads to struggle. Instead of worrying about it, you should focus on cultivating. Your enemies won’t show you mercy. If you want to show kindness to others, you must first become powerful enough.”
Thanks to his past-life memories, Gu An had always viewed this world as an observer—except for his few true friends, he remained detached from it all.
During the chaos at the Taixuan Sect’s Outer Sect, he had carved the words Righteous Path, but he had not felt any deep hatred toward those involved.
Even as the Nightshade Sect ravaged the world, he did not harbor boundless resentment.
He could immerse himself in the mortal world, yet deep down, there was always an underlying loneliness—one that allowed him to see everything clearly while remaining emotionally unaffected.
Tian Yao’er nodded earnestly at his words and added, “If the Demon Ancestor is revived and humans are driven out, Master, no matter where you go, you must take me with you!”
Gu An chuckled, “Is the Demon Ancestor truly that powerful? Are you so sure humanity will be exiled?”
“I once heard the Demon Mother say that if the Demon Ancestor returns, this continent will fully become a land of demons and fiends. The current human cultivators would stand no chance against him.” Tian Yao’er tilted her head as she spoke.
That strong?
Gu An became even more intrigued by the Demon Ancestor.
If nothing unexpected happened, once the great demonic catastrophe erupted, it would likely fall upon him to resolve it.
However, he wasn’t entirely convinced by Tian Yao’er’s words. He felt that this continent held far more secrets than what this legend suggested.
If this land had truly once belonged entirely to the demon race, then where did devils and ghosts come from?
After all, devils weren’t just another name for demons—they were a distinct force altogether.
A human who cultivated devilish arts became a demonic cultivator. A demon who practiced devilish arts turned into a demon fiend. Why did devilish arts exist in the first place?
Moreover, the land of demons and fiends was filled with immense resentment, far more than the Nine Dynasties’ territory. Human cultivators were rare there—could all that resentment truly be caused by humans alone?
After that, Gu An instructed Tian Yao’er to continue practicing the Infinite Free Step, while he used his divine sense to track the rampaging demons and fiends.
Under the night sky, all sorts of demons roamed the wilderness, while numerous demonic birds soared above the mountain ridges. Among the demons, dark shadows flickered—fiendish silhouettes and ghostly apparitions.
The difference was clear: fiendish shadows radiated an ominous demonic aura, appearing as clumps of black mist streaking across the land.
Gu An’s divine sense traced them over a vast expanse of a million miles, where he witnessed an ever-increasing number of demons and fiends.
The sheer number of them sent shivers down his spine, even as someone at the Nirvana Stage.
If the great demonic catastrophe truly erupted, without his intervention, the Nine Dynasties’ lands would be overrun in no time.
As he neared the depths of the demonic domain, Gu An sensed the presence of Profound Mind Realm fiendish demons. These demons, however, seemed unaffected by the growing demonic tide, remaining within their respective cave dwellings.
Ultimately, Gu An’s divine sense came to a halt within a volcanic region.
Lava flowed freely across the land, and the night sky was shrouded in thick, scalding smoke. Some volcanoes were still actively erupting, creating a scene both majestic and terrifying.
According to the map provided by Xu Lu, this was the continent’s deep interior—the Myriad Demon Ridge.
The Myriad Demon Ridge was home to over a hundred active volcanoes and countless demon kings, their numbers immeasurable.
The author of World Records had once passed by this region but dared not venture inside. The overwhelming demonic aura alone was enough to make him retreat. It was only after capturing a demon and interrogating it that he managed to learn about this place.
Gu An could sense over a thousand Integration Stage auras, more than twenty Profound Mind Realm demons, and even a Grand Ascension Stage presence!
At this moment, countless demons and fiends within the Myriad Demon Ridge were migrating northward.
Gu An refrained from probing further. Not because his divine sense couldn’t extend, but because if there was already a Grand Ascension Stage demon here, then the Demon Ancestor had a high chance of surpassing even that stage.
If Tian Yao’er’s legend was true, then it was indeed possible.
A Grand Ascension cultivator’s blood wasn’t that potent—but Nirvana Stage was different.
At that level, one's very essence transformed, just as Gu An’s own blood had long ceased to be mortal blood.
He decided against alarming the demons for now.
After all, the great demonic catastrophe wasn’t set to erupt tomorrow.
He still had time to accumulate lifespan.
Once he reached ten million years of lifespan, his strength would undergo a tremendous leap.
Stay calm.
The advantage is mine!
Gu An withdrew his divine sense and resumed guiding Tian Yao’er in her cultivation.
Seasons passed, and another three years went by.
That afternoon, Gu An, now eighty-two, took on the form of the White-Clad Little Figure and traveled to the Northern Sea Mountain Range to visit Xuanmiao Zhenren.
He had been letting Xuanmiao Zhenren cultivate freely, only visiting every few months. By now, the man had grown accustomed to this lifestyle, spending his days in the Mountain God Dao Temple, living leisurely.
Upon arriving, Gu An noticed other people outside the temple.
And one of them was a familiar face—
An Hao!
Standing alongside Xuanmiao Zhenren at the edge of a mountain slope, the two gazed upon the vast expanse of the Northern Sea.
It seemed the Golden Ranking Tournament had forged a friendship between them.
An Hao had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, First Level—and he wasn’t even fifty yet.
At this pace, he had a real chance of surpassing Li Xuandao’s record!
“Your cultivation speed is already astonishing. What you need now is to calm your mind,” Xuanmiao Zhenren said, his tone carrying a hint of resignation.
Before the Golden Ranking Tournament, he had truly believed his own talent was unmatched in the world.
Losing to An Hao hadn’t discouraged him—it had, in fact, been a blessing in disguise.
Thankfully, he had encountered An Hao early, allowing him to recognize his own shortcomings and cultivate more wisely.
An Hao, his tall figure exuding a natural arrogance, stood with his arms crossed. With a blade of grass in his mouth, his long hair tied casually, he appeared both carefree and brimming with the aura of a peerless genius.
With a quiet laugh, he said, “I don’t think I’m progressing fast enough. Ever since I started cultivating, I’ve felt as if time is running out—as if a great disaster is inevitable if I don’t push forward.”
His gaze remained fixed on the vast Northern Sea.